Thursday, May 6, 2010
Frustrations: Black Spot and Shade
This is one of the heartbreaks of growing roses.
Perhaps if I pulled all the bushes out and created a more open-air type of rose garden, it would take care of some of my issues, but I really like the climbers, and obviously, they have to have somewhere to climb. I'm going to visit Witherspoon Rose Culture, a nursery that handles nothing but roses and is a wealth of information, as soon as I can, but in the meantime, I think I'm going to have to cut them all back, which breaks my heart.
The other frustration I'm having lately is dealing with my backyard gardens. I worked on rebuilding the soil last year so that I could start a "cottage garden" on the sunny edge of my natural area. I've planted some bulbs, put in more than thirty packages of seeds (another ten packages this past weekend), and have nursed it along, but it's drier than the moon out there and just as cracked. I'm going to have to put in just plants/flowers that will deal with dry shade.
If there's anyone out there who could offer advice, I'm open to suggestions!
Today's poems is not about the frustrations with roses, but rather about why we grow them to begin with . . .
Roses by George Eliot
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!