
I have a terrible habit of trying to extract meaning and metaphor from everything. Plant life is especially abundant in apparent similes for human travails.
In 2004 I had trimmed the roses back to the canes and that spring they responded graciously by not dying. (See left; notice how small the photinia bushes are to each side.)
Lesson: When pruned or cut back, respond by growing. Bloom if you can, it's the best revenge.
This year in April the roses massed over the photinia as if all one plant. By May the weather was in the 100's and all those pretty pink petals turned crispy.
Lesson 2: Keep growing. Lean on others but try not to choke them. And the dewy bud is beautiful but potpourri lasts longer.
Lesson 3, less Hallmarky: The most inept and neglectful gardener can enjoy spots of beauty with hardy and independent plants.
In 2004 I had trimmed the roses back to the canes and that spring they responded graciously by not dying. (See left; notice how small the photinia bushes are to each side.)
Lesson: When pruned or cut back, respond by growing. Bloom if you can, it's the best revenge.
Lesson 2: Keep growing. Lean on others but try not to choke them. And the dewy bud is beautiful but potpourri lasts longer.
Lesson 3, less Hallmarky: The most inept and neglectful gardener can enjoy spots of beauty with hardy and independent plants.
This makes me want to run out to my local garden center and buy a bunch of rose bushes! Did you plant them yourself? Do you feed and water them? I've got a place picked out, if I can get anything to grow there (clay and rock.)
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