When we bought our house, its landscaping (if you can call planting an entire side yard with English ivy ‘landscaping’) included three roses planted on the north side of a fence on the northeast corner of the house. Poor roses! They had to shoot canes up above the 6-foot fence to get any sunlight at all. Our first summer here (which wasn’t much of a summer, even by Seattle standards), they put on lots of leaves, but managed only a few sad blooms.
Paul took pity on the roses, and transplanted them to the south wall of our dining room. He tied them to some simple trellises, set up a drip irrigation hose in their bed… and then we ignored them. And this is the thanks we get!
When Amy came over last week to talk about edible gardening in our yard, we agreed that the spot where the roses are now thriving could be a good location for something edible that would want to climb against a wall. (Raspberries? Pole beans?) So the roses (poor roses!) will have to move again, and we don’t have a good sunny place to put them. They’re sweet-smelling, but their pale pink double blooms don’t thrill us. Would you like three healthy Cécile Brunner roses? We want to find them a good home.
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