Somewhere along my gardening journey I have become known as the ‘Hater of Roses’… Now now, before you all say out loud, “Yes, I too have heard this,” I need to tell you a little story. Here goes:
Many, many moons ago while I was growing up, there were clear demarcated areas of the garden belonging to my Mom and to my Dad. There was an invisible line that separated certain areas of the garden, so much so that we would say, “Mom is in her garden”, “Dad is with his veggies”, and so forth. Naturally, we would spend time with both of them in their respective areas, especially if we needed an urgent answer to the question, “What’s for dinner?” Anyway, this laid the foundation to what we learned…
