It hasn’t really been warm enough this year to spend any time on the balcony, but I have been keeping an eye out for the roses I planted last summer, seeing how they were getting on. Through the window. Once in a while.
Being proud that they survived the winter.
Then the other day I went outside and took a closer look.
My, look how green and healthy thos…
HEY! THOSE AREN’T ROSES!
They’re weed. And not the funny kind.
So I set off weeding today.
So sad. Sad sad sad.
Off to the garden center to buy some new ones. Since the Pink Fairies and Vikings I got last year weren’t hardy enought, I got a Moje Hammerberg and a Heidi Klum. I’m assuming nothing is as hardy as Heidi Klum.
I kept the bit of the Viking that was still kinda alive.
The third rose I got last year is still actually kinda living. And flowering.
Anyway, this is what Moje and Heidi will look like in only weeks! Allegedly!
Gardening is so much drama.