As much as I like getting my hands dirty, you’d think I’d be a better gardener than I am. It’s not that I’m bad at it, per se. It’s more like I’m, well, hopelessly lazy. And I think the plants are catching on.
The last time I drove home from the nursery, I swear I heard whimpering from the seedlings in the backseat.
But sometimes I get lucky. Case in point: when I chose to plant a Lady Banks Rose.
I’ve tried growing roses before — oh, the wilted leaves and dead canes at my feet. It would shock you. But this girl just keeps growing and growing, despite my neglect. Sometimes I think to water her, but most of the time she’s on her own. And most of the time, she grows up the side of our house with her drab, grayish green leaves, hardly noticeable to anyone. Passed over for a dance, every time.
But then March comes, and the Lady puts all the other plants to shame:
It just goes to show, sometimes the wallflower is the most interesting girl in the room. 🙂