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Thursday, May 04, 2017

Is gardening your thing? Maybe not mine #gardeningmishaps #familylegacy #MFRWorg

Trying not to kill roses and book

Recently, I visited with my aunt. She loves roses and has them planted all over her backyard. All kinds. She was interested in a Seven Sisters variety because she remembers it growing at the farm and I found that for her. She showed me how it the new plant is doing.

We moved to the far side of the yard where she had planted a very large pink rose in a big pot. It had the most magnificent bloom and smelled so delicate, the way a rose should. I asked where she got that and she said, "Mama," meaning my grandmother who had the greenest thumb imaginable. She could put a stick in the ground and it would grow. No lie.

My aunt said she had a cutting and would I like it. Sure would! She got out her shovel and loosened the soil. She gave a big pull and out it came. But we were kinda...not so pleased. The root ball wasn't so great. My aunt said take it and if it doesn't grow, she would give me the other one she had rooted.

I do not have the blessed thumb. Two years ago, she gave me a green rose from a cutting off
Grandmother's plant and it passed. I watered and fertilized like I'd been told. Nothing. So I blamed #2 son for not caring for it when I had to travel (okay, that is legitimate, he didn't do the best job) and crawled back to my aunt's house for a second go. That one is living!

I'm grateful to Mother Nature for watering my roses this spring. And maybe you can pray for pink rose, too.

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Angela Adams said...

You and I have the lack of a green thumb in common. Even the silk flowers on my dining room table wilt. Have a great Thursday (one day closer to Friday!!).

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Angela! And maybe it's because I don't apply myself well. But right now, I have high hopes for the rose. Have I said how well my orchids bloom?

Pamela Stone said...

I love to work with pot plants. However, my thumb is NOT green. It's touch and go.

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Pam! I love that touch and go phraseology for gardening. Perfectly describes my style. Hey, we try! lol

Liese said...

I don't have a green thumb either, and all the roses in our area have been infected with rosette and had to be removed. Apparently if you don't get all the roots, planting another bush there will infect the new one too. *Sigh* I love roses and it broke my heart to know I can't have them any more. The disease is awful. It's carried by mites, and over time, strips the stems and leaves (and finally buds) from the plant. Pretty soon, you have thorny sticks instead.

Be on the lookout for that! I'd hate to think you lost #3!


Charmaine Gordon said...

I'm a gardener from way back and I also used to create flagstone patios dragging those bones by myself and adding flowers all around. Now things have changed. My back doesn't cooperate; percoset calls to me. Phooey and the worst is yesterday, when I worked digging in the front yard to plant the last of the bulbs, somehow I developed poison ivy. That's it. Gardening no more because this is the first time in my long life I developed strange blisters and the meds cost almost fifty dollars for a tube of magic.

Vicki Batman, sassy writer of sexy and funny fiction, blogger at Handbags, Books...Whatever said...

Hi, Liese! I've not heard of that disease. That would be sad if so. I lost one knockout rose this year and a holly--why? The landscape guy said white flies and sprayed. We shall see.

Hi, Charmaine! Oh no, poison ivy is the pits. I had huge patches on my arm and leg once. The doctor gave me an ointment that worked fantastically. That stuff is just awful and I feel your pain. Hugs, vb

Mia Celeste said...

I tried to grow these one time. I dug a couple out from my friend's great aunt's garden and then planted them in mine. They almost immediately died. I think the six hour car ride did them in.

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