Last year at this time, my parents presented me with a Disneyland Floribunda Rose Bush. A few days later, I decided to get all floricultural and replant the little bush in front of our house. Within seconds (give or take about a week), all of the roses and leaves fell off of the plant. I was devastated. (Where “devastated” equals “sort of bummed”.) I went to the gardening center and bought some rose food. My rose bush remained twig-like. I watered the bush not too much and not too little. No fruit, no flower, no leaf, no bud union. When winter rolled around, I took a metal bucket, put it over the “bush,” and stepped away for three months.
Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles: When I took the bucket off of the bush in February, I noticed that a few leaves were beginning to sprout.
Three more months have passed, and I now have this:
There are no other buds, so this rose may be my only rose of the season. After thinking the bush was totally dead, I’m okay with a single rose.
Now, please watch this video and know that I am Peter Gabriel, and my rose bush is Kate Bush.
Speaking of videos (which we weren’t, really, but I do appreciate how patient you are with my anemic segues), my kids used to watch the following video over and over (and over) again.
I am here to report that Meredith and Harper’s favorite Bathtime association has been replaced.
It’s no longer Bathtime in Clerkenwell.
It is now Bathtime in Kitchen Sink.
(Scout came out smelling like a rose.)
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Ooooh, Ahhhh! (re the rose — it really is beautiful!)
That one rose is perfect. So, so beautiful!
My daughter is named for Kate Bush.
What excellent taste in music your daughters have…
I’ve always been taught to clip off the rose before it wilts to encourage more roses to grow. Something about allowing roses to completely go to the hips makes them ready for fall. (Kind of like allowing halloween candy to go to my hips makes me ready for fall.)