During my childhood, my mom grew roses. They were everywhere. She was particularly proud of her Silver Jubilee lavender-colored roses.
Fast-forward to adulthood: When I moved into my home, there was one sickly rose bush in the yard next to the garage door. It was covered in white paint from when careless painters sprayed they garage. I’ve tried to nurse it back to health, but I don’t think I will be successful.
In the meantime, I planted poppies, nasturtiums, lavender and rosemary in early spring. They all took hold, but the poppies have a short life span and have played out. I replaced them with sunflowers — both mammoth and miniature– as well as more lavender, borage, lantana, yarrow, delphinia, lots and lots of sweet allysum and more nasturtiums in different colors. My yard is an experiment this year to see what will thrive and what won’t.
Maybe someday I will plant roses again.
ljgloyd 2020
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Miss Pelican's Perch 
May 27, 2020 at 10:47 am
I remember when we moved into our first house in Lompoc California. The previous owner had planted some exotic roses. they were like the size of a platter. I did not know how to take care of them . Didn’t like them because they had thorns! I was too young and wasn’t into gardening!
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