gardening, roses
My actual yard is under the cover of a hemlock and a cedar, it is NEVER in anything i'd even call 'partial sun'. I struggle to figure out what the hell to put back there (although I discovered this year that impatiens seem to like it a lot in the container on the balcony, so that's fun!) But I've wanted to try my hand at roses for some time.
Roses require a lot of light, at least six hours of full sun. That's kind of hard living in my tiny two-tree forest. BUT! I am a woman with a plan, and the permission of my front-door neighbors to Do Things with the mow-strip in front of our townhome four-pack. It's been a multi-year project, but slowly it's gone from The Land Of Weeds and Sorrow with a weird-ass shrub, to The Land of Sad But Trying Orange and Red Flowers with a whole-ass apple tree. (That weird-ass shrub? The result of not pruning a fruit tree for years and years, it turns out! Who Knew! I certainly didn't till I saw fruit on it!)
So, now there's a significant reduction in weed quantity, a layer of mulch, and a small octagonal wooden pot, with one single Manhattan Blue rose bush planted in it. It came on it's own roots, as basically seven green sticks, sticking out of a tiny cardboard pot. I followed the instructions, I have been making sure it gets watered, but not too much, and fertilized (sometimes w/ the water-change bucket from my fish tank, but still), and yesterday as I was backing down the drive on the way to a concert, I let out a huge gasp.
That's a whole-ass flower!!!!
I may possibly have gasped aloud when i saw it and scared the piss out of my husband, who thought we were having a near-miss while backing out the driveway. Oops!!