When we moved last year I knew what I was going to miss most from our old home were the gardens (holy awkward sentence structure!). I’d worked for years on them, sometimes enlisting my husband to help move 1 tonne of edging rock, sometimes benefiting from Chet’s tendency to dig, but spending a lot of time in them none the less:
Some of the plants I knew I wouldn’t be able to take with me:
But I took cuttings from many of my favorite plants so I could bring my beloved gardens with me. Unfortunately one of my favorite plants was a rose. It had bloomed by my front door for years. I’d even used a bloom as a substitute bow on a shower gift once and I think the recipient liked it better than the gift.:
And cuttings just wouldn’t work. So I decided to try transplanting it.
It didn’t fare so well last year, but I held out hope that it would rebound after a winter’s rest. Unfortunately it did not survive and now all I’m left with are these pictures and a few dead twigs. Would I have regretted it more if I didn’t try? I’m not sure, but the results (to me) would have been the same.
I haven’t yet removed the dead plant, I’m not sure how much of it is wishful thinking and how much is reserving a spot so I can find another one. But despite scouring plant swap boards looking for someone ready to part with their rose, I haven’t been able to find a replacement so I think it’s time to face the fact that it’s not coming back, pull up the roots and find a new plant to fill the gaping hole in my garden.