Monday, April 30, 2012


by Kelly

We interrupt our regularly scheduled crafting post to bring you flowers.

These are the roses that grow in our front yard. The rose bush was given to us by my husband's uncle, a gardening fiend who also gave us two white concrete birdbaths and a small boulder that he was trying to get rid of.

Why did we accept the boulder? Well, because it was free, and I really didn't have much time to think about it. One day I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, there was my new FIL, wearing his impatient 'I'm about to do something rash' look, and he asked me "Do you want a boulder for your garden?" Naturally, I said yes. I've never been good under pressure.

Sometime I will have to share the story about how I acquired a whole flatbed trailer full of books at an auction for $2. It was the same kind of high pressure situation. Regardless, though, I think I would have said yes to the boulder just because of the magic words 'for your garden'.

Meanwhile, back to the roses. These are old roses, the kind that only bloom once a year, and they smell heavenly. I wish I could somehow add the scent to this post.

I've never had much luck with the new hybrid tea roses, but I can grow old roses like crazy. My husband says that it's because they tend to be thorny and difficult to live with, much like me. And then, just when I'm about to give him my best thorny look, he adds, 'and beautiful'.

Which, ha, isn't true, but it's a great line, isn't it?

1 comment:

  1. My men know just what to say, don't they?


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