We were in the country playing instead of the in the basement working. We were buying lunch and spending money, when we should be eating peanut butter sandwiches and saving every dime. We even went to Cline’s Nursery in Shelby, when I just started a meetup group that would remedy my insatiable desire for more plants. But that’s the way my life goes. Best of intentions; precious little commitment.
What happened was we were driving north on a country road and we passed someone’s yard that was filled with those incredible Knock Out Roses. Then within a minute, maybe seconds, on the other side of the road was a gorgeous nursery (Cline’s) with a large sign advertising Knock Out Roses Are Here! What chance did I have? I bought three double reds. And while I was there I picked up four, extremely large and economically-priced blueberry bushes. I only need six more for my little “blueberry fields forever.”
I have to say that my rose-raising days were long gone back in the 90’s. I had a Cecile Brunner old fashion rose that was over 100 years old (at least the original plant was) and it climbed my back fence like Sir Edmund Hillary. But every new rose I planted thereafter succumbed to everything a rose can succumb to. And I spent a fortune on fixes, and more time than anyone should on maintenance. And then I gave up. But apparently those days are over with these new, genetically modified roses. Do they have a perfume? I have no idea. And at this point, I don’t care. If I can get my three bushes, which are now strategically planted up by the mailbox, to look even remotely like those in the yard we passed yesterday, I’ll be more than happy to have paid, instead of traded, for those bushes.