I come from a long line of rose raisers. This makes it sound as though there is an art to it - and there probably is - but I think rose raising is somewhat comparable to dough kneading and child rearing: the less over handling you do, the better things turn out. My maternal grandmother's roses were ramblers - they arched over the doorway of the old house and made their way to the edges of the windows as though to peek inside. Similarly, my grandmother was a little bit of a worry-wart, ... View Post
On Gardening
Following: a public service announcement regarding people like me, who humbly request your special consideration: We are likely to have dirt under our nails. This has nothing to do with how recently we have bathed, and more to do with the fact that we make ourselves presentable, head out the door and then adjust or pat a few plants on the way. Later, in meetings, we glance down at our fingernails in horror. Please don't judge. We appear very creepy in the evenings. After work or life ... View Post
