I had almost decided to remove the blaze rose that was attracting so much attention. (See Why can't I be satisfied?) I was making a deal to swap roses with my daughter, Anita. She had rescued my new dawn rose when we moved up north. But I always liked it and wished I still had it. Its pale pink flowers were beautiful while still being soft and restful.
I was going to wait till fall and then make the trade. But then things changed. It wasn't so much all the people, some total strangers that would stop to exclaim over the blaze roses, they had been doing that all along;
and it wasn't even the fact that other flowers in my garden began to compliment the blaze; I was convinced that the blaze was overpowering every other plant. It was something far more weighty.
But things have changed. Although I still do most of the gardening, Bruce is often outside with me. And he has opinions. Bruce likes the blaze rose bush.
We often eat our meals on the deck and this is what he sees:
And so it stays. and I am now quite happy with that.
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