I was asking my SIL Denise about roses [poor woman, she must be getting exhausted by my regular gardening queries - but she is always patient with me] I explained that I'd had four roses from a well known Norfolk rose specialist - and they had all died. She suggest trying a different supplier, and planting in a container.
My neighbour's daughter recommended a local nursery as being good for roses - so two weeks ago I went and purchased this beauty.
It's a lovely peachy pink hybrid tea, with a fragrant perfume - I love it.
It is called "Blessings."
Today I am especially grateful for
- my loving family
- my thoughtful neighbours
- my home and garden
- my caring church
be blessed - and be a blessing
That's lovely Ang! And very true!
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ReplyDeleteHow sad that your roses died. I hope the new one will be fine.
ReplyDeleteAfter the first died, I took a photo, and they gave me a discount on the replacement. Which also died! But I'm learning that gardening can sometimes be hit-and-miss. You tend a plant lovingly, and it may wither, and neglect another and yet it thrives!
DeleteWe were given a beautiful golden rose in December for our golden wedding. I planted it in a huge tub and have fed it regularly with chopped banana skins pushed into the soil around its roots. It has produced stunning flowers and I kept the bugs off with soapy water in a spray bottle. That pink rose is stunning. I count my blessings every day as we are retired and have enough to eat and heat (or cool) each day. Catriona
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on half a century of marriage. And thank you for the banana skins tip ❤️
DeleteThat's a lovely rose and a beautiful name! We do have many blessings to count and be grateful for, don't we? :)
ReplyDeleteThat rose is absolutely beautiful, I hope it survives for you. You are very good at counting your blessings so it is very appropriate. xx
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ReplyDeleteI love the little blessings, like the smell of fresh air and soap in the bathroom when the window is left open, the sound of next door's chickens clucking, finding an apple core that a squirrel has parked in the bush by the porch!
ReplyDeleteThere is great joy in small things
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