Rosa nutkana

Thank you to arrowlakelass@Flickr from the BPotD Flickr Pool for today’s photograph (original), and thank you to Ruth for today’s write up.

The Nootka rose is widely used horticulturally. It receives its name, by way of some anglicization, from the Nuu-chah-nulth peoples of the Pacific coast of Canada. Peter Gumplinger explains the story behind the name “Nootka” in this essay on Hiking the Nootka Island Trail, August 7-12, 1999:

“Anchored at Resolution Cove on Bligh Island, across from Friendly Cove harbour, the natives called out to Cook’s ship: itchme nutka, itchme nutka, meaning ‘go around’, but Cook thought they were telling him that Nootka was the name of the area.”

Wikipedia also has a fairly extensive entry on the Nuu-chah-nulth peoples.

The Nootka rose is a woody subshrub & perennial like the rest of the genus Rosa. It can grow up to 2.1m (7 ft) tall. Commonly found at the edge of coastal marshes, it is tolerant of wet conditions. It can also be encountered in cleared or disturbed areas, thickets and forest edges. The flowers have the characteristic fresh rose scent and are consistently coloured pinky-rose. The stems of the bush are grey and covered in prickles. In temperate regions, they bloom April-July.

Rosa nutkana

8 responses to “Rosa nutkana”

  1. Robert Sarkisian

    This rose shrub would be a pleasant surprise to stumble upon while hiking in the woods. The photo really highlights the fine features of this single flowering rose.

  2. A

    Now if only I could paint this!

  3. Greg Holmes

    Looks like a healthy plant and a wonderful picture that captures the essence of this speices.

  4. Carole Miller

    I remember this plant from my childhood days. Thanks for the memories.

  5. Elizabeth

    A Spring Tease!!!

  6. John Murtaugh

    A beautiful picture, and thanks to yesterday’s entry, I now understand that Roses have prickles, not thorns.
    A lot can be learned from the comments and I always enjoy reading them

  7. Enid Kulesh

    I too, remember them from a very young age. They were a huge part of my childhood. And now, when I get tired of dull winter days, I close my eyes and imagine that I can smell the delicate scent of the little ‘wild roses’. Honest! And do you know what? I actually can smell them! When they are in bloom, my nose is busy sniffing at every wild rose that I meet. Before sending this, I must return to the photo and have a sniff of the summer just past!

  8. Mary Ann, in Toronto

    Very lovely rose.

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