Wednesday, 28 March 2012
the first year after we bought our house i planted 5 or 6 rose bushes in the front garden, to go with the three of four mismatched varieties that were already there. i've since discovered that although i do love the blooms, i'm not a rose bush person. too much pruning, garlic-spraying, aphid-squashing, black-spot-and-rust-watching, constant-care-needed for me at this point in my gardening life. and with a new front fence looming next month, i gave my husband the okay to take out all the rosebushes before he starts work. a few days later, the smallest wee bush, the scrawny one that has probably only had about two blooms in the past four years and has barely grown 15cm in all that time, burst out this one stunning, coral toned, blossom. a last little plea, i think, to be spared, dug up and put into a big pot so we can try to coax a few more out of it. alright then.