And now I have a new rose border.
Winter is the perfect time for planting bare root roses.
Bingo, this could have been a text book enterprise.
We visited some gardens with splendid roses. We inhaled their unrivalled perfume, made notes, took photos.
We searched the internet when we got home... and were overwhelmed by a thousand choices.
Well, that’s a breeze to postpone!
My birthday came and went and still we looked out on a tangle of seed heads and choking tendrils.
Not wanting to let the year pass without my roses materialising I contacted a lovely garden designer friend Kate.
“Please tell us we’re not too late to order some bare root roses?”
Her supplier had a limited choice in our preferred colours and types. Perfect. That made choosing so much easier.
With the correct relaxed arm swing, the blade slices deftly into the soil. So much easier than the back bending, wrist jarring action of a conventional fork or spade.
I might have tackled the job much sooner if I’d known about such things.
Go on, put one on your birthday wish list.
Oh, the banana skins?
Sloppy couldn’t-care-less labourer?
Kate’s tip of the week... pop one in the planting hole of each rose, they’ll love the potassium.