hey y'all,
just a quick post to share some of my beauties with you.
i am so NOT a gardener, nor do i claim to have any sort of green thumb. but no matter, roses seem to grow and bloom under my care in spite of my lack of horticulture-ness.
some of you might recall my blog about filling in our backyard pool last year. it's now a garden space, a labor of love, a work in progress, blah blah blah. we planted three rose bushes last spring and they did very well.
a year later, they have begun to bloom and bloom and bloom ... and i'm just staring at them in amazement! gorgeous creatures, the lot of them.
at my yardsale last saturday, a couple of women approached me and asked what i did to my roses. whaaa?! i wasn't quite sure what they meant. for a moment i thought they were scolding me for not taking better care of them, what with the weeds and all.
"do you use cow manure?" one of them asked.
"haha! i wish," i replied. "i did put some miracle-grow on them last year," i added.
"oh, well that's good for them!" the other replied.
"what kind is the yellow rose?" the first one asked.
uh oh. i was getting over my head with these people. they must've been some kind of amateur-aficionado-rose-experts. how in THE hell was i going to continue on with this conversation without losing some of my rose-knowledge-dignity?!
thinking.
thinking.
"oh, those yellow ones? yes, they're called terry lee's yellow rose of texas," i blurted out, with a straight face.
jannetta and tara (my yard sale assistants) remained silent but i could feel their eyes on me. i shot them both a glance, which they immediately recognized as my "don't you dare say a word" look. y'all know the one, right? :-)
so the woman asked me to repeat the name of my yellow rose, which i did. she was so thrilled, she told her partner (not that there's anything wrong with that) what i had said.
"her yellow roses are called terry lee's yellow rose of texas!"
"hmm. i haven't heard of that one," partner responded.
if they would just move on and buy something already, i was thinking.
but noooo.
more questions.
"what do you call those pink ones? how big are they? do they open up in folds or is it more like the petals ... blah blah blah"
i finally broke down. i couldn't take the pressure any longer.
"i call the pink and yellow (hybrid) my strawberry banana roses. because that's what they remind me of. okay? i don't know the actual name of the rose. and i don't know how the petals fold out. this is only the second time it's bloomed."
sheesh.
lesson for the day: oh! what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive what we know about roses.
but i do know this: they are beau-ti-ful!! enjoy!
love and hugs,
terry lee
ps. whilst visiting my new friend dawn at wackywhimsy, i clicked on this link:
might be fun. if you're a blogger, give it a try! i am.
