Dr. Leda 2005 Thanks to a rather enthusiastic pruning binge from Hurricane Rita, I now have a brand new 10-foot stretch of fence that's suddenly in full sun. I'm really sorry about what happened to that stately old magnolia and all, but you know? Life goes on and who has time to complain about having space for one or two more climbing roses! Since the adjacent section of that fence is already occupied by the voluptuous climbing pink 'Eden®' (aka 'Pierre de Ronsard') and the promiscuous climbing 'Red Eden®' (aka 'Eric Tabarly'), I can't resist throwing the virginal new 'White Eden' into the mix. This new sport has the same big, fat, old-fashioned, cottage-garden, globe-shaped blossoms, but in a soft innocent shade of pristine white that takes on a demure blush in cool weather. The lusty thought of the three Edens intertwined along the fence, co-mingling with clematis and lilies and Japanese irises, is enough to make me call for my smelling salts and a defibrillator. Exactly how much excitement can one woman take? Stay tuned, we'll soon find out...