So, yesterday, I finally decided that fall has come. That means it’s time to start gearing up my yard for winter, and I am sad. I had refused to even consider it for about two weeks, but with the rain and winds we have been having, I knew it was time. I had some roses still blooming, and I nearly cried as I snipped them off, because I knew they would be the last ones of the season. I mean, yes they were going in a vase, but sill…I was arranging them on the porch when I had what I call a “brain fart” Basically, I had an idea. Why not, my unselfish side asked, give them to your new neighbor? They just moved in, so I’m sure they’d love them. Then my selfish side piped up “WHAT? THESE ARE IT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???” I actually thought this over for a few minutes. I knew that if I put them in the vase I’d keep them. All of my vases have significant keepsake value in my mind.
Wait! I’ve gotten ahead of myself a bit. To understand my possessiveness with my roses you have to understand how hard I’ve fought for them! We moved here almost 3 years ago. I didn’t even know that these sorry looking plants were roses. They were THAT messed up. There are four roses. This year was the FIRST year I have been able to get them all to bloom. I have spent hours upon hours looking up stuff to help them. Hours pruning them, weeding them…. They also helped me realize how much I love working with plants and gardening and such. So, this year, I actually got to claim victory over them meanness of the previous residents of this house who didn’t care enough to take care of them. Sadly, I will admit that I had several conversations in my head where I told them off. Hmm…Maybe I need help….. Anywho, I love my roses.
So, maybe now you see my relationship with my beautiful roses. I feel a lot of (God help me) pride when I look at them.
Back to the story…long and short of it is…my neighbors will get cookies at Christmas. My roses are on my table…Call me what you will…as long as you keep your name calling to yourself!
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