April showers bring May flowers. Or so I’m told. I suspect I am the black thumb of my group. While I appreciate a beautiful garden from a pure visual standpoint, I lack the ability to truly appreciate it from a gardener’s view. It’s a flower, it’s colorful, it’s pretty, I’m good. And yet, so often to be told it’s actually a weed.
I have only successfully grown roses. I’ve heard of pruning but am never sure if I’m doing it correctly. All other flowers seem to die on me. Don’t ask me about optimal times for blooming and what varieties grow best in various climates. I haven’t got a clue. I go to Home Depot, get what looks to me like the “best” rose plant, pick up a bag of soil, plant it and hope for the best. This one here looks pretty good to me.
And what gal doesn’t like getting flowers, especially roses, from their sweetheart on special days? I’m just as thrilled with a single bud as I am with a whole dozen. But yeah, if you ask, I’d like a full dozen, please. Kind of like hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Just one will make me happy, but I won’t turn down a dozen either.
Have a Wonderful Wednesday, folks!