Im gobsmacked, totally gobsmacked...... your photos and garden never cease to amaze me..
Its only 8.33 here, Ive worked an 11 hour day and in all that time I was only in me house 3 of those hours LOL.... seeing as how I aint even suppose to be working, I think all now Im fit for is climbing into bed...(I know I know its early, but total exhaustion has overtaken me lol).... nite you... now I can sleep with all these beautiful photos of the roses in your garden in my mind..... what a perfect gift....
and I get to do it all again tomorrow with a sprinkling of hospital LMFAO
My garden probably would amaze you. It does me. It is absolutely rare that walk in it and not think, wow--I live here? But having said that, I've been at it awhile. Yards and yards and yards of soil, plumped up with yards and yards of steer manure and peat moss and the year I went completely organic I dreamed, every night, about aphids. I duck in and out of the front on weekends because people will call to me from afar and yell "what do you feed those roses with?" and "when do you prune?" and if they are walking right below the house, will stop and engage in garden how tos. I really enjoy talking to people but after talking to people all week at the office, a little silence is most welcome on the weekend. Besides, they need to figure it all out themselves and for their garden. I did for mine; you just gotta tinker with it, right? What do I feed those roses with? Like about 8 different things is all!
I am completely awed. What a beautiful place Bellemaison must be...and what a portfolio you present here. You must be very proud, and you have every right to be. Roses hold a very dear place with me...and I've never seen anything like this from one garden. Royalty. I bow before the Queen of Roses as just a humble Fool. Kudos!
whoa, whoa, whoa! I just live here! I don't rule over them, they rule over me! Roses hold a special place for me, too. Can't say why exactly as I never saw my mother grow them, to speak, until I started growing them. But I really like everything about them. I grow the same rose the Romans grew in Pompeii. I grow the White Rose of York and the Red Rose of Lancaster. I grow remontant and non-remontant. My favorite is Jacqueline de Pre. I have a long red hedge that glows in the sunset and a long pink hedge with huge cabbage shaped orbs than hang down like grapes. I have a short hedge that looks like a pink snowbank, with thousands of shell pink, tiny roses. The birds nest in this hedge. I grow German, English, French, Australian and yes, American hybrids. Some of the most beautiful roses have the most garish names: Sexy Rexy and Playboy. The yellow roses smell the best. I grow the ubiquitites, like Peace and Tropicana. This summer, the first in my adult lifetime, I did not purchase any new roses. Doesn't mean I don't love any of them just the same. Tonight, I will cut a huge vase of all the roses for book club on Thursday. It's possible the vase will be better than the soup. At any rate, I will photo them both. Thanks for your note, you humble Fool. Always a good morning when the Fool surfaces!
Awww. Wonderful pictures. There's only one thing missing -- the names of the roses! What if someone who sees these pictures wants a couple roses to complete their garden?
I know,I know, I'm being picky now! I've been doing a lot of photography of roses the past couple of days, I guess. Not only my own roses, but I went to Hershey to photograph theirs. When I go there, I need to go with cameras and paper and pencil so I don't lose track of the varieties. It's time to get ready for the big photo contests.
wonderful, lovely blooms...the images take me back to my youth, to my grandmother's garden, two acres of winding flowerbeds with many roses and blooming plants of all sorts... ...i can almost smell the roses through the computer screen...
I have been off trotting around the Palouse for three days and have lagged behind on comments. Marmite stole my word because I too am gobsmacked. What I love in your comments is you discussing the process. To me whether it is focusing on the care and feeding of roses, hydrangeas,children, students, or our dogs it is being able to mull over that process of where we got where we did. I agree. You step back and marvel at a creation, but then can go back and remember the peat moss, the feeding, the pruning. When I moved where I live now my mom and I planted my first three roses together. Only one is still with me- The Peace rose, but it has been moved. I can't even pick a favorite. Each and every one has a beauty of their own. Farewell to summer... onward to Autumn!
Mrs. Roosevelt, when I moved here my mother brought me a pink rose, 'First Prize'. I have added many more over the years and also the rose I deemed my mother's rose, which is 'All American Beauty' is everwhere. When they go on sale, I buy more and get themin the ground. I love them both. I have beautiful mums that are now in bloom, got them at Costco, and it stirs my soul to see them unfold. On with Autumn indeed!
I have a First Prize and All American Beauty also! I am glad your mums are blooming. Fall has certainly returned to the Inland Empire. We didn't get frost yet though so I am able to enjoy the fruits of our labor. Saturday will be the moving day as plants return to the safety of the greenhouse to winter over.
JBelle
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Im gobsmacked, totally gobsmacked...... your photos and garden never cease to amaze me..
Its only 8.33 here, Ive worked an 11 hour day and in all that time I was only in me house 3 of those hours LOL.... seeing as how I aint even suppose to be working, I think all now Im fit for is climbing into bed...(I know I know its early, but total exhaustion has overtaken me lol).... nite you... now I can sleep with all these beautiful photos of the roses in your garden in my mind..... what a perfect gift....
and I get to do it all again tomorrow with a sprinkling of hospital LMFAO
x
: I hope you are sleeping sweetly at the moment.
My garden probably would amaze you. It does me. It is absolutely rare that walk in it and not think, wow--I live here? But having said that, I've been at it awhile. Yards and yards and yards of soil, plumped up with yards and yards of steer manure and peat moss and the year I went completely organic I dreamed, every night, about aphids. I duck in and out of the front on weekends because people will call to me from afar and yell "what do you feed those roses with?" and "when do you prune?" and if they are walking right below the house, will stop and engage in garden how tos. I really enjoy talking to people but after talking to people all week at the office, a little silence is most welcome on the weekend. Besides, they need to figure it all out themselves and for their garden. I did for mine; you just gotta tinker with it, right? What do I feed those roses with? Like about 8 different things is all!
I am completely awed. What a beautiful place Bellemaison must be...and what a portfolio you present here. You must be very proud, and you have every right to be. Roses hold a very dear place with me...and I've never seen anything like this from one garden. Royalty. I bow before the Queen of Roses as just a humble Fool. Kudos!
whoa, whoa, whoa! I just live here! I don't rule over them, they rule over me! Roses hold a special place for me, too. Can't say why exactly as I never saw my mother grow them, to speak, until I started growing them. But I really like everything about them. I grow the same rose the Romans grew in Pompeii. I grow the White Rose of York and the Red Rose of Lancaster. I grow remontant and non-remontant. My favorite is Jacqueline de Pre. I have a long red hedge that glows in the sunset and a long pink hedge with huge cabbage shaped orbs than hang down like grapes. I have a short hedge that looks like a pink snowbank, with thousands of shell pink, tiny roses. The birds nest in this hedge. I grow German, English, French, Australian and yes, American hybrids. Some of the most beautiful roses have the most garish names: Sexy Rexy and Playboy. The yellow roses smell the best. I grow the ubiquitites, like Peace and Tropicana. This summer, the first in my adult lifetime, I did not purchase any new roses. Doesn't mean I don't love any of them just the same. Tonight, I will cut a huge vase of all the roses for book club on Thursday. It's possible the vase will be better than the soup. At any rate, I will photo them both. Thanks for your note, you humble Fool. Always a good morning when the Fool surfaces!
WOW! Great photos mom! Seriously great snapshots. Looks like a great year for Bellemaison!
Awww. Wonderful pictures. There's only one thing missing -- the names of the roses! What if someone who sees these pictures wants a couple roses to complete their garden?
I know,I know, I'm being picky now! I've been doing a lot of photography of roses the past couple of days, I guess. Not only my own roses, but I went to Hershey to photograph theirs. When I go there, I need to go with cameras and paper and pencil so I don't lose track of the varieties. It's time to get ready for the big photo contests.
Baautiful, truly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhRO7KiWyG4
wonderful, lovely blooms...the images take me back to my youth, to my grandmother's garden, two acres of winding flowerbeds with many roses and blooming plants of all sorts...
...i can almost smell the roses through the computer screen...
I have been off trotting around the Palouse for three days and have lagged behind on comments. Marmite stole my word because I too am gobsmacked. What I love in your comments is you discussing the process. To me whether it is focusing on the care and feeding of roses, hydrangeas,children, students, or our dogs it is being able to mull over that process of where we got where we did. I agree. You step back and marvel at a creation, but then can go back and remember the peat moss, the feeding, the pruning. When I moved where I live now my mom and I planted my first three roses together. Only one is still with me- The Peace rose, but it has been moved.
I can't even pick a favorite. Each and every one has a beauty of their own. Farewell to summer... onward to Autumn!
Mrs. Roosevelt, when I moved here my mother brought me a pink rose, 'First Prize'. I have added many more over the years and also the rose I deemed my mother's rose, which is 'All American Beauty' is everwhere. When they go on sale, I buy more and get themin the ground. I love them both. I have beautiful mums that are now in bloom, got them at Costco, and it stirs my soul to see them unfold. On with Autumn indeed!
I have a First Prize and All American Beauty also! I am glad your mums are blooming. Fall has certainly returned to the Inland Empire. We didn't get frost yet though so I am able to enjoy the fruits of our labor. Saturday will be the moving day as plants return to the safety of the greenhouse to winter over.
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