Rose Hopes

One day Linda brought home two rose bushes, still in their plastic wrapped rootball with directions for planting them. For several days we could not plant them--it was raining. After that quit for a bit we decided to place them inside the fence in the back yard where we can see them from the windows along the back of the house.

Getting a spade from the barn, I helped decide about the where and dug in. The earth smelled good. It was dark, not too much clay. We mixed up the removed dirt with a bag of potting soil, and, after soaking the roses in water for an hour, planted them along the fence. Last Saturday Linda brought home another plant, which we planted Sunday afternoon. So now we have three rose bushes, white, pink, red, beginning to sprout leaves.

Linda also placed some sunflower seedlings out and some marigolds, and other flowers in a couple of other flower beds.

For us, planting is something we do when we are fairly certain we are not moving this year. So they give us enjoyment on more than one level. They are a sort of hope for our lives to bloom here where we have been planted. We'll see, how they (and we) do.