I have begun to order plants–and planters–for next year. This gardening bug seems to be here to stay.
The plants are roses–three of the lovely, deep red Veterans Honor rose, a great favorite of my dad’s. My stepmother sent me one of these roses last fall, but alas, it did not survive that wicked December weather. I tried hard to resurrect it, but it’s not going to happen. Come fall (or spring, depending on the planting instructions), I will try again. I also ordered English roses in pink and yellow, along with several varieties bred to thrive in containers. I love English roses because they are so fat and thick–they look like my beloved peonies, only they bloom a lot longer.
I’m composting now and, as you know if you’ve been following this blog, learning to cook with some of the herbs I’m growing. I planted the tea and coffee seeds I mentioned yesterday–and will now eagerly anticipate the day they sprout! I was thrilled when my zinnia seeds popped up, and now they are actually blooming–they are not the same variety Dad used to grow, but they are very beautiful. I may still transplant them into the flower bed, now that they are strong enough to stand up to the sprinkler system.
Such is my fixation with gardening.