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Le Sigh....
I really, really should stay away from the The Antique Rose Emporium website, because every time I do, I see roses that I want.
Y'all probably didn't know this, but Auntie is a major rose geek. If I could have rescued all the rose bushes I left behind in Houston (and I had to leave at least three of them behind, one of them over 50 years old and I still cry about that one), this house would have been surrounded!
As it is, I have major plans for an antique at my mom's house that is in danger of dying from neglect. First of all, I'm going to very, very carefully dig it up with a ridiculously large root ball and bring it here. Then once I nurse it back to health, get it stabilized and acclimated, I'm going to take cuttings to root and grow for my sisters. Not that they deserve it, but I'm nice that way.
See, that's what I love about roses. Every cutting grows up to be a whole and complete plant on its own and continues the species on. And if you're lucky, they'll have a family story behind them.
So far, I've been looking at the Cecile Brunner roses, which are known 'round hereabouts as a "Sweetheart" rose. Small, pale pink and fragrant. Some neighbors next to my parent's house used to have one that grew to immense proportions and covered the entire side wall of their garage (must have been the climbing version or something) and must have been a good three feet deep. I remember it always being full of little pale pink roses, and how it would make my parents' bedroom smell so wonderful, because we didn't have air conditioning at that time and always had our windows open. Cecile Brunner has good memories for me.
I tend to lean toward the older, more fragrant roses. For one thing, they're hardier, they smell better, and for another...well, I just like them!
*goes to browse through the online catalogue and drool some more*
Y'all probably didn't know this, but Auntie is a major rose geek. If I could have rescued all the rose bushes I left behind in Houston (and I had to leave at least three of them behind, one of them over 50 years old and I still cry about that one), this house would have been surrounded!
As it is, I have major plans for an antique at my mom's house that is in danger of dying from neglect. First of all, I'm going to very, very carefully dig it up with a ridiculously large root ball and bring it here. Then once I nurse it back to health, get it stabilized and acclimated, I'm going to take cuttings to root and grow for my sisters. Not that they deserve it, but I'm nice that way.
See, that's what I love about roses. Every cutting grows up to be a whole and complete plant on its own and continues the species on. And if you're lucky, they'll have a family story behind them.
So far, I've been looking at the Cecile Brunner roses, which are known 'round hereabouts as a "Sweetheart" rose. Small, pale pink and fragrant. Some neighbors next to my parent's house used to have one that grew to immense proportions and covered the entire side wall of their garage (must have been the climbing version or something) and must have been a good three feet deep. I remember it always being full of little pale pink roses, and how it would make my parents' bedroom smell so wonderful, because we didn't have air conditioning at that time and always had our windows open. Cecile Brunner has good memories for me.
I tend to lean toward the older, more fragrant roses. For one thing, they're hardier, they smell better, and for another...well, I just like them!
*goes to browse through the online catalogue and drool some more*