Most of them died due to freak climate smackdowns, but still. I changed my gardening practices a few years after moving to this windy prairie environment, and I have some crazy holdouts in my garden… if I grow a rose here it will survive just about anything. But loving roses, I tried valiantly for years to grow -and lose- so many lovely roses. Thinking about this…thus started my decline.
It all started, innocently enough, with Angela, In The Cottage Garden. She is starting a lovely garden in Oregon, home of garden beauty (IMO)…I’m enamored with West Coast gardens. And it’s not her fault, but she asked for suggestions for roses to try.
Well, of course, I am cold-locked in Ohio, so I just love to think up any excuse to dream about gardens and that led me off on a rabbit trail, like little Alice following her dreams and imaginations. Here, however, is where I went down a dark path: I had the bright idea that I would make a list of all the roses I’ve grown. Right now listed in a text file, but eventually I’ll be changing and rewriting my roses pages, and then I will have posted the truth for all to see.
It was then I realized my crimes: I kill roses. I love them and kill them. How horrifying a thing to face! The creeping realization of what this means to my garden budget alone… well, let’s just not go there. Reality is too cruel.
You know, I’m not going to complain about how ‘THÉRÈSE BUGNET‘ takes over the garden… at least she grows and thrives, which I am now realizing is a rare event for roses in my garden.
and yet, my plan is to choose the best candidates for survival and build my rose stock once again….
Redemption… or more criminal behavior?
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