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Dear Mr. Austin (as in David Austin Roses),

This last spring I purchased a rose bush from you. (Well, not you personally, but from your cohorts who run your website.) I realize this bush was not grown under your label but it was offered for sale on your website and was shipped from your "store-house" so I expected the David Austin performance I know and have come to expect. I was particularly excited about this rose bush since your catalog claims that it will grow up to 18 feet long which was just right for the up-across-and-down-the-other-side of my brand new arch which The Spouse and I spent the better of a day painting back in March.

So far, we have not seen this kind of growth from our climbing rose bush. I would say we have only a mere four feet of greenery on this plant. In addition, I would say this is hardly sufficient, wouldn't you? Furthermore, though there has been plenty of opportunity and in spite of the fact that all of this bushs' friends and neighbors have bloomed copiously this summer, not one bud or bloom has shown its face on said climbing rose bush. Not one. All summer.

Now that summer is nearly at a close, I have to admit the possibility that this bush might not perform until next spring. Or summer. Or, possibly, the year after that. Meanwhile, this bush is taking up space in my garden (not to mention along my newly painted arch which took the better part of a day to paint--a day I'm not getting back if you get my meaning) without giving me the satisfaction of a single rose. I water it, feed it, the sun shines down on it, but this bush has given nothing back. I hope I am making myself clear.

Thank you for your time,

The Blogging Rose Lover

This is a little scene from my newest obsession, my flower bower in the "cloister" as I call the backyard. Because it's not. A backyard, that is. It's really just a little cement enclosure--which is why I call it the cloister. Anywho, I'm taking the day off from blogging. Meanwhile, I am working on my official author website, something a little more focused, specific and less silly than my blog-but there will be links to each in each. I hope to have it up by the middle of next week and hope you will all check it out. Meanwhile (more whiling away the meantime) my book is ready for pre-order at Amazon.com. You can click on the link underneath the picture of the book jacket should you wish to pre-pre-order. Thanks for listening!

Impatiens planted four weeks ago . .


I love flowers. I mean, truly, madly, deeply, love them. I love them so much, I actually assign them human emotions. Plants that are doing well are happy, as in “Oh, look at how happy the honeysuckle is today!” Ones that are doing very well are “ecstatic” and ones that have died are left far to long with the hope they, like errant children, will come back. As for bulbs, I don’t plant them, I bury them. I love having flowers in my yard, adore having them in my home, especially in my décor where they can be immortalized in fabrics and china (they are much more cooperative that way and you don’t have to add water). I love the idea of having cut flowers in the house but hate to ravage my plants. However, when the heat out here in the dry San Francisco East Bay gets to be in the upper 90’s (and up and up) the roses go from bud to full-blown blowzy in a matter of hours. That’s when it’s off with their heads and into the house so I can enjoy them in their captivity.

. . . with hopes they will eventually spill over and soften the stone edging

A double impatien--love 'em!

At the same time, in the Denver area, plants are put in the ground as late as June (as it can still frost or snow well into May) and ZIP up to mammoth proportions in a matter of weeks. The growing season is very short, something the plants are apparently aware of as they seem to make the most of the little bit of time they have. Garden centers there are like Christmas displays--they are temporary and come and go so fast, sometimes you don’t even know what hit you. I loved Colorado but I hated that, as long as I lived there, I could never have a jacaranda tree, a hydrangea bush or a star jasmine vine, which is sold there as a very small, expensive annual. At the same time, spring is glorious and compact, everything happening at once. Flowers grown from bulbs are incredible and the landscape looks just as it should—daffodils and tulips unfolding under the blooming dogwood.

My star jasmine vine is blooming!

In comparison, impatiens in the SF bay area go from six-packs to large, lovely mounds about 1.5 to two feet high long before the end of summer. If it is a mild fall, they can grow to be three feet tall or more before the frost kills them. This was the case in my very first garden in the south back. I was able to enjoy my tall lovely impatiens from my kitchen window into December. They are a glorious plant and my favorite annual of all time.

(I had intended this post to be about geraniums but the impatiens just barged right in and took over)

Impatiens need some shade but they like morning or filtered sun