Sometimes I miss my old garden.
A lot.
A lot of sweat and money went into creating it. I had a dry riverbed that meandered throughout. Nice paths to walk along each section. An edibles and herb garden on the side. A trellis of climing roses. And even though the soil was hard-packed clay, my roses seemed to like it.
In pots now? Not so much.
Still, they're holding on.
Occasionally giving me a few blooms.
Which I value all the more since they're more rare.
Other garden updates.
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1 year ago today, I asked if readers could identify my mystery rose.
2 years ago today, lil' sis made insalata caprese (Italian Capri tomato, basil, and mozzarella salad), I made Citrus Roast Chicken and Roasted Golden Beets.
I know just what you mean. But enjoying a single beautiful rose from the unfurling of the sepals to the last petal to drop off is precious, too. Maybe one day you'll get to build your dream garden again.
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ReplyDeleteI think it's because we put so much work into our gardens, it's hard to leave that behind.