I have to admit, my favorite form of gardening is wandering among my flowering plants and sniffing them for perfume. Every now and then I am inspired to weed - all too rarely, alas - and every now and then I spray them in a pathetic attempt to combat the various diseases and pesky insects that bedevil them later in the season - but basically, my plants struggle bravely through without much help from me.
I have become religious about watering them, though, and to my delighted surprise, it has resulted in heavy and frequent rebloom of my favorite roses, pink Eden, scarlet Blaze Improved, and pink Heritage. The sight of the fresh blooms against a true blue sky always moves me - such a direct reminder of the beauty in the world.
Alas! someone bonked into my deep pink Carefree Beauty rose and broke the main budding spray. I am trying to coax it back into bloom with water and pep talks.
I have a beautiful white rose, also, whose name I have annoyingly forgotten, which is in the midst of being ineffably generous with its second flush of blooms. I am so grateful.
Here are one or two photos of the garden bounty.
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