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.
Speaking of creativity---
My genius lays in writing funny short stories. And in case you might have missed, I have a new one being published in the Just You and Me boxed set entitled "Raving Beauty."
It's a fun look at a girl who is missing the man right in front of her eyes.
For more information, go to:
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/just-you-and-me…/1125868014