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March 31, 2020


A rose garden. How lovely. I hope they're all scented roses.

Absolutely, Liz. Except, I don't recall whether the rose that was sold to me last year as a Mr Lincoln had a nice fragrance.

For years and years and years, my attitude toward plants was, "If I can't eat it, what good is it?" After my mother, who had a passion for roses, died, I started growing roses for Hunky Husband who likes them. My attitude toward roses is, "If they aren't fragrant, why would I bother?" When we moved into this house 20 years ago, I transplanted trees (about which I have a passion) and perennial plants - most of which starts had been given me by Mom (irises, naked lady lilies). With postings on her blog, Bogie has pulled me along into planting all sorts of things - hostas, creeping phlox, daffodils, nine bark shrubs....

HH loves when I bring in a bouquet of roses to set on the table next to his reading chair - where he can enjoy their fragrance.

Keeping busy is key! And hey, nice fence (I notice stuff like that).

Thanks, Debra, and welcome to our neighborhood. Our neighbors installed the fence, themselves - just a few weeks ago - to corral their Great Pyrenees and (barely, now) three young children. I love your blog!

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