First, I blog here at the
Roses of Prose. I love my fellow Roses and am thrilled to be a member, but it
wasn’t always so. In January of 2011, the Roses of Prose held a contest to
choose a new Rose. I’d previously been a guest and decided to apply.
Contestants wrote an introductory post, and the readers voted. I wasn’t chosen,
but I swallowed my disappointment and continued to follow the blog. A few
months later, the Roses of Prose re-organized, and I raised my hand again. This
time—success! And the rest, as they say, is history.
Finally, there’s my garden. It
takes fortitude, optimism, and stubbornness to grow roses in Minnesota . Even though I grow super-hardy
shrub roses developed for the northern plains, I occasionally lose a bush or
two after a difficult winter. No matter. In the spring, I march off to the
garden center, buy replacements, and vow to mulch better next year. If you want
beautiful flowers in this climate, you accept setbacks and carry on.
Alison
www.alisonhenderson.com
6 comments:
I love roses, too. All kinds, all manner of roses. Nothing beats them.
Gorgeous roses, Alison! It is strange but cool that many of us have roses in common.
Good for you! Perseverance pays off, as you (and I) have proven. Love your roses, and the pink rose is my favorite flower.
That's what I thought, Jannine! All the connections inspired me.
Caroline, I have 9 rosebushes in 4 different colors of pink. Love them!
I love the analogy of the roses in your life. And such beautiful photos, too. Thank you for sharing.
Cheers!
JG
Post a Comment