There are few things better than getting back into the garden after an absence. My back has recovered from what I now call the ‘April 11 Incident’ and I decided that on Saturday morning, my babies needed some love.
My mint with my climbing peace rose. No sign of blooms but…soon. I call this one my baby. (Also, look at all that chocolate mint! So excited. Mint is literally the easiest thing to grow. The problem is containing it.)
I love my Queen Elizabeth rose. She never gives me any trouble. No really bad black spot and she doesn’t mind being in shade for a good part of the morning. I can always count on her to be gorgeous. My confident college girl.
This is the miniature red that I moved from where my father in law randomly planted it in a field. I like to think of it as my shy little one coming into her own.
I love these miniatures. I have two of them and neither of them have a bad case of black spot and they both smell wonderful. I believe the variety is called Beauty Secret. These are The Twins.
My big red and the first of my problem children. No idea why it’s doing that (the malformed bud with some leaves having brown edges). It’s either not enough water or a bug problem. I hope it’s the former because I really don’t want to have to resort to pesticides. There is a reason why I planted marigolds! (Every year, this one has one problem or another.)
My JFK rose. She looks better because I just dead-headed her. I think she’s suffering from whatever is bothering Red. This is Problem Child II. The good thing, though, is that she blooms just in time for Mother’s Day. (It’s traditional to give a white rose to a woman whose mother has died for Mother’s Day. I like to give my mother in law at least a white rose, though this year I was also able to give her some blooms off of one of the Twins.)
Now, this is one of the reasons why I garden. For pretty pictures like that and, also, so that I can enjoy the beauty of the flowers I have tended myself. If I ever get stuck on a scene, or if I just need some down time, this swing is sitting here, waiting for me.