07/06: Ritual rose blogging redux
The roses are doing so well I’m entertaining putting a few more in. Been hacking away (painfully*) at turning a little more of the north lawn into garden, what with the fact that, apparently, I’m better at keeping flowering plants and shrubs happy on that exposure than I am at keeping grass alive, anyway. Last little bit I did was some daisies my daughter took to, a few other prettyish blooming perennials, and a globe cedar. Next patch I recover as garden, methinks, gets more roses.
You just can’t have too many roses.
*Yeah. About that. Fun facts about my north lawn: go six inches down, and it’s all rock. It’s this irregular, soft, sedimentary junk, probably shattered limestone. You may have this image of gardening as this leisurely, low-stress activity. My life is not like that. You want to grow anything, you need to make room for soil into which roots will grow. So recovering a four by four plot is a several day affair, and involves a massive rock bar, much pounding apart and extracting of this junk. I might be slightly better off using a jackhammer than the rock bar. Anyway: does anyone out there need a wheelbarrow full of stone? I happen to have some available.