More roses making an appearance and my first lilies of the year
Once upon a time, there was a tiny little spring of a rose. It was ordered from a catalog. When it arrived at its new home, it was only about 6" tall - including the root. It was planted and fussed over and by the end of the season had about four inches of growth above-ground. The next season, someone who will remain nameless (but we'll just call MOM) thought they were being helpful and mowed down the baby rose. Twice. After the crazy lawn-mower lady was shoo'd out of the yard, the tiny little stump of a rose was moved to an actual garden. The growing process started again. It was babied and petted and fussed over all season. The rose wasn't tremendously happy with its location (too much water run-off from the overhanging roof), but at least it wasn't getting mowed down on a regular basis. At the end of that season, it was about six inches tall above-ground. Then the next season it got a brand new home. A home where it wouldn't get mowed down. A home that wouldn't get flooded every time it rained. And the little Blue Moon Rose finally bloomed. Not sure if this is Oklahoma or Mr. Lincoln. I used to have both but this is the only one with red blooms so far. Another transplant from Mom's. I've been looking forward to this rose. The blooms are never the same. The red/white ratio is always different. Sometimes the red will only be on the edges of the petals and sometimes it'll be more a splash. The scent is lovely, too. Peace Rose. *sigh* As you can see, I'm battling black spot on my roses. Not sure yet if I'm winning. Not sure if I'll be keeping this rose. The blooms are on the puny side and there's not much fragrance at all. LILIES!