Sunday, April 19, 2009

...that with the sun's love, becomes a rose.







Found in the woods. Dug it up. Moved it twice in February including the initial transplant. Hardly watered it. Didn't really think about it. Today she's blooming. I think I'll keep her.

Salvia, zinnias, nasturtiums, Persian shield, Miss Bateman, and a newly dug rose have been planted out.

6 comments:

Laura said...

And some people think Roses are temperamental!

compost in my shoe said...

am hearing Bette in the background singing her head off.........!

Tom - 7th Street Cottage said...

I've had that song stuck in my head for a day and a half now.

FlowerLady said...

She is sweet! Does she have a scent? Lucky you, to have found her in the woods and brought her home. I'm sure she'll be happy.

FlowerLady

Jill-O said...

It's the simple, wild roses that I love best.

spookydragonfly said...

You've tamed a wild one! It looks as if she was well worth the effort. I've enjoyed my visit here!