Gone to a good home

Today was the day that six roses left their old home in my garden and went to a new home at Rose Petals Nursery. Cydney Wade, owner of RPN and sweet friend, graciously did the digging but may not be doing much more digging since that shovel was still there in the dirt after she left. Cyd is holding ‘Le Vesuve’. No, not the big one in the front garden. This one was in the back garden where it was getting so little sun that its blooms were almost white and even some of its buds which are normally red were white. That made the decision easier. A rose is entitled to live in conditions where it can be true to itself.



You can’t see into the trailer, but it’s full, and the roses are all lined up to get on board. Cyd took all of my ‘Giant Apostle’s Irises’, one of the ‘Red Cascade’ climbers that lived on the white picket fence next to ‘Bermuda’s Anna Olivier’ in the front garden, ‘Pink Perpetue’, a climber that was living a lie as a bush in my front garden, ‘Parade’, another climber that would be so happy lolling on a fence with blooms all along her canes but never had such a position here, and  ‘La Sylphide’, a smallish Tea rose that I wasn’t real keen on parting with, but some things are just for the best. Smallish Tea roses are hard to come by.



The last one in the trailer was ‘Polonaise’. I still have one here recently moved from the big patio pot to the ground in the back garden. A small garden does not have the luxury of keeping duplicates – at least not many of them.



Don’t you love Cyd’s signage on her trailer and SUV. If you see her on I-75, wave to her. She may be carrying precious rose cargo.



How appropriate that my ‘Polonaise’ was blooming today. It never missed a beat after coming out of the pot. So all’s well that ends well, and now I can get to the work of moving old roses and planting new ones.

Cyd emailed that she and the plants arrived home safely but after dark, so tonight the roses are resting overnight in water in a horse water trough, a wheel barrow and a galvanized tub. Tomorrow she'll tuck their toesies into good Florida soil.