Three more roses have been planted and some more old plantings have been freshly mulched.
Two of the three today are Pink Promise (pictured above). It is a hybrid tea rose of which the nursery says this:
A rose that lives up to its name promising to be the showcase of your garden with its large beautifully formed pink blend flowers and strong green foliage.[Emphasis mine]
A bouquet of these pink roses will promise to fill any room with delectable fruity fragrance.
This stunning AARS winner has been honored to represent the National Breast Cancer Foundation as they search for the cure.
I did not know the symbolism that has been attached to this flower when I bought. I rejoice to learn it today after planting two of them.
My mother had a double mastectomy. May today's planting honor all the women who struggle with this terrible disease, among whom I have so many dear friends.
The other rose is a John F. Kennedy.
And that is the highlight of my Saturday so far.
The power went out for a while today. I noticed a beeping when I stepped inside from the yard. It was my house alarm telling me the current was off. I walked along the street a ways and found a neighbor who confirmed it was a neighborhood-wide situation. He had been handing out notices of an upcoming neighborhood meeting and was currently walking his little boy. Nice to meet another neighbor, this one from around the corner.
Though I don't see a lot of my neighbors, they are very nice people. We have mostly young families here starting out in these brand new tract homes. While I wish I could wave a wand and have mature trees around here, I am grateful for the views of the mountains to the east and the mesa to the west and friendly neighbors who have good kids. It is nice to feel one is part of the beginning of something.
Oh dear, it just hit me. I think I am the oldest person in the neighborhood (not counting visiting grandparents). Dear Lord, deliver me from being crotchety and disagreeable. Amen.
[The headline was lost when I tried to post this so I have restored it.]
--the BB
2 comments:
Paul
I love to think someone actually got out to work in the garden!
Here there's less than a foot of snow in the back garden, but with chill factors of minus 24 centigrade it's going to be a while yet, and yes I'm almost imptient to be able to get out there working.
The roses sound wonderful, and of course we'll all be looking forward to seeing your pictures of the first blooms.
David@Montreal
Given my confession to being a weather wimp, I would not survive well in your beautiful city, David. Spring will yet come, mon ami.
When I lived in the East Bay I could count on spring arriving by my saint's day (Conversion of St Paul, January 25). By then the magnolias and the non-bearing plums would be in bloom, followed shortly by daffodils in mid-February and tulips.
I remember seeing daffodils preparing to bloom in Missisauga in late April, noting that they had long since come and gone in my part of the world.
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