I Got Roses

When my mother passed a few years ago, there was a bit, a little bit, of discretionary money for me to spend. I chose to spend it on 3 rose bushes from a local reputable nursery. In other words, I got the good stuff.

I picked out three old roses, Tropicana, Mr. Lincoln, and Peace. I had those growing, along with a few others, in Texas when the girls were born. Momma came to help each time one of them came along, and being summer babies, my roses were blooming. She loved my roses, and those in particular.

By chance, and by some experience, I planted them where I had room, and where I knew they would get morning sun, ostensibly to prevent black spot and mildew. That place was next the six foot privacy fence on the west side of the yard. Well, here on the high plains, next to the foothills, there is really little concern for mildew and black spot. However, the fence does an excellent job of protecting the fellas in the winter. Excellent!

After the first successful wintering over, I felt very lucky. We added to the Katherine Perry Memorial Rose Garden with two more bushes for Mother's Day. And one more the next year. And one more this year. So far, so good.

After the first year, the choices have been more new-ish roses. This year's was the J&P's introduction for the year. Brand New! Oooooh. Risky she plays it.

I'm glad that the roses take over when the iris leave off.