“A Special Rose”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana
Lately, it seems as if time is playing tricks on me. Time usually seems to fly by especially at this time of year when there is so much to do at work and in the garden. So many “have to’s” to take care of and never enough time. I swear it often seems like I am on a treadmill, and someone keeps upping the speed. And then there are the few occasions when time seems to crawl. The most recent example has been waiting for the Caldwell Pink rose bush’s buds to open. It seems that the buds have been slightly open, showing a little bit of color, for three weeks. I am not kidding. It’s been weeks that they have been teasing me, making me check every day to see if one has opened, causing me to actually talk to them, or really beg them, saying, “Come on, guys, open up. Show some color.” (I think the next door neighbor is starting to wonder about me.)
This rose was a gift last summer from Phillip of Dirt Therapy. It is one he was able to root that he then graciously sent to me. He included a picture in the package, but, you know, everyone wants to see the real thing. I was so happy when the cluster of buds formed, and when they started showing a little color, I was excited. Then, nothing. We were having warm days and cool nights, so I guess the cool nights slowed every thing down, or maybe Caldwell Pink knows how to build excitement and make a grand entrance.
Saturday, there finally were open flowers.
Isn’t she lovely? I planted this gift rose in the “pink” garden where it makes a great addition. It is still a small bush, but I know it will do well in this area and continue to bloom all summer. I already have noticed another bloom cluster coming.
I love to have plants in my garden that are pretty in their own right, but the ones that remind me of the giver are extra special. So, even though this is usually called Caldwell Pink, in my garden it will always be called Phillip’s Caldwell Pink. Thank you, Phillip, for a lovely rose and for sending me a small piece of your garden.