Wednesday, May 24, 2023

A meander around the garden and a nasty shock

The first bloom on one of my new climbing roses.

Its buds have a very pinky tip.

I love this old established rose. It might have been here longer than we have. I'm sure Husband will correct me if I'm wrong.

You may recall that last year I took it upon myself to clear the shady bed and start planting. On my wander around the garden today I discovered that my forsythia, which had been flourishing, had disappeared. I also noticed heavy tread marks across the bed. 

I stomped inside. "You've chopped down my forsythia!"
"I didn't know you had one. And I didn't chop it down; I dug it up."

Mutter, mutter. 

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5 comments:

  1. Ann9:36 pm

    Oh no, he dug up the forsythia?
    My husband used to mow things down all the time. When I would ask him about it his excuse was always well I didn't know

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  2. Boud10:49 pm

    In my household screaming would have happened. And a demand for a replacement. And threatening gestures. Aside from that I'd have been very calm and accepting.

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  3. Debra She Who Seeks2:05 am

    Too bad about the forsythia, but at least you still have your beautiful roses to comfort you.

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  4. Marie Smith12:47 am

    The blooms are gorgeous! They brighten the day!

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  5. Cop Car1:24 pm

    What wondrous pinkish roses. Ummm...I can almost smell them.

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