Last night the doorbell rang late for this neighborhood. Sassy the Wonderdog rolled off the bed and went toward the door. She knows who is knocking most of the time and goes crazy for her many friends.
I opened the door cautiously. Four boys were there, a young teen and three little boys who play with Sassy. They were all grinning. They had five paint buckets, all cleaned out, from the painter who ordered rainbow roses from me (various colors, $5 each, offered toward the end of the buying season).
These are the commercial paint buckets used by their father and uncle. They are ideal for catching rainwater and carrying plants. The painter has probably seen me hauling rainwater to the rose garden a dozen times.
Another treat came from a new neighbor girl. She looked across the garden, all the roses and bushes in various forms of bloom, and said, "You are so lucky to have a yard like this." She took home roses for her mother, a few houses down.
If Creation Gardening were a mistake, then that would not be possible. One woman at a doctor's office literally yelled this, "We had to spray and spray and spray our roses." I said, "That is the problem."
