I may be addicted to gardening.
My husband said to me today, "It's okay. I'd rather be married to the crazy flower lady than the crazy cat lady."
It might be because I've come home with new plants on five of the last 8 days. Or maybe because I keep saying, "That's it, I'm done!". . .until I get a new idea twenty minutes later. Maybe it's because I now have 25 roses and 7 varieties of calibrochoa and I really want more.
The thing is, my kids are growing up and don't need the constant attention that younger kids needed. I can't have a pet, because my husband is allergic to just about everything. In a way, the garden has become my pet; I feed it, I water it, I talk to it. So far I haven't had much luck with playing fetch, but you never know.
Every year in the garden is a learning year. I'm learning more and more about what comes back and what struggles, what I love best and what I wish I hadn't bothered with.
Many of the roses that I had over the winter are struggling to make a comeback. I'm seeing improvement on my Burgundy Ice, my Scentimental, my Sedona, and my Wonderstripe. Sterling Silver, Hypnotized!, Gingersnap, Anna's Promise and Dark Knight are not looking too good. I'm worried.
The champs that came through just fine are Belle Doria, Oranges & Lemons, George Burns, Julio Inglesias, Cinco De Mayo, Candyland, and of course the Pink Knockout.
Purple Tiger didn't make it, which is fine, since I ended up with two new ones this year rather by accident. Much to my surprise, the JFK, which I pronounced dead last summer, has made a comeback. I guess you never know! Here's hoping it takes and I get some of those big beautiful white blooms. I have my fingers crossed!
I found a Strike It Rich in a bodybag at Home Depot and brought it home. She's taken to the planter like a champ, and I'm anticipating great things. Everything I ordered from Heirloom Roses arrived huge and gorgeous, and continue to grow happily. I can't wait to see how they bloom! I even sent a thank-you email to the nice folks at Heirloom.
My husband said to me today, "It's okay. I'd rather be married to the crazy flower lady than the crazy cat lady."
It might be because I've come home with new plants on five of the last 8 days. Or maybe because I keep saying, "That's it, I'm done!". . .until I get a new idea twenty minutes later. Maybe it's because I now have 25 roses and 7 varieties of calibrochoa and I really want more.
The thing is, my kids are growing up and don't need the constant attention that younger kids needed. I can't have a pet, because my husband is allergic to just about everything. In a way, the garden has become my pet; I feed it, I water it, I talk to it. So far I haven't had much luck with playing fetch, but you never know.
Every year in the garden is a learning year. I'm learning more and more about what comes back and what struggles, what I love best and what I wish I hadn't bothered with.
Many of the roses that I had over the winter are struggling to make a comeback. I'm seeing improvement on my Burgundy Ice, my Scentimental, my Sedona, and my Wonderstripe. Sterling Silver, Hypnotized!, Gingersnap, Anna's Promise and Dark Knight are not looking too good. I'm worried.
The champs that came through just fine are Belle Doria, Oranges & Lemons, George Burns, Julio Inglesias, Cinco De Mayo, Candyland, and of course the Pink Knockout.
Purple Tiger didn't make it, which is fine, since I ended up with two new ones this year rather by accident. Much to my surprise, the JFK, which I pronounced dead last summer, has made a comeback. I guess you never know! Here's hoping it takes and I get some of those big beautiful white blooms. I have my fingers crossed!
I found a Strike It Rich in a bodybag at Home Depot and brought it home. She's taken to the planter like a champ, and I'm anticipating great things. Everything I ordered from Heirloom Roses arrived huge and gorgeous, and continue to grow happily. I can't wait to see how they bloom! I even sent a thank-you email to the nice folks at Heirloom.
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