"You don't need more roses." That has become a popular bit of humor, because every year is more fascinating. Charlie and I went out to the backyard gardens today to get ready for Mother's Day. Hint - flowers cannot be overdone. We checked the front yard as well.
Charlie is the type of dog that will seem to be gone when she is carefully behind me. Chopping weeds is a lot more interesting with a companion alert for everything. Several roses were a bit dry, so we hauled more rain water to the stressed plants. When Charlie is thirsty, she takes one lick from a source and suggests a fresh pan, bowl, and kiddy swimming pool. The more birds we get, the worse the water is. A sip of water is like a watercooler to her, and she waits for the hose to fix up all the supplies. Four sources are just what she wants before the others take over.
This is an overwhelming year for roses. The gardening center had plenty of David Austin (Engish) roses and God provided a lot of rain. Knockout roses were very colorful and David Austin beyond all dreams - fragrance, colors, pale colors, multi-colors, strong colors, large blooms, tiny delicate and perfect flowers.
