|The color of morning in our garden offers a soothing refreshment.|
It seems a long wait for the first of the roses to bloom. Many blogs I follow have displayed tantalizing photos of full, glorious flushes. In the meantime, I am trying to keep out of the wind and dust, and content myself with what is.
|Creeping phlox and candytuft are doing their mightiest to bloom before they are upstaged by the roses|
|April 10, 2011, the last of the rooted cuttings are bravely inuring themselves to our capricious spring weather.|
The last of the rooted cuttings are now in the ground. The minis rooted well. A family emergency in the middle of potting up the rooted cuttings resulted in carelessness on my part, and several labels got lost. I know there are white and pink minis, and a Double Delight or two.
|A pink mini from a rooted cutting keeping the Pink Lemonade honeysuckle company.|
|Mystery, perhaps Double Delight?|
The roses are all planted, even the ones ordered from Chamblees and Heirloom. All have had frost-nip several times, but are carrying on with grim determination.
|Seminole Wind from Chamblees|
|Moonlight Scentsation, a fragrant miniflora from Heirloom|
|One of 3 Peggy Martin roses, from Chamblees.|
|Overnight Scentsation, a fragrant miniflora from Heirloom.|
The tiny new growth on all the new roses is encouraging. Roses are miracle workers; from the smallest little stick will grow a new blooming bush, holding its own by the season's end. Eden means pleasure, and there certainly is Edenic pleasure in the humblest of gardens.
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