(B&W roses! cool huh?)
My mom is just a leeetle bit into roses. All these roses you see, they live in her yard. She calls herself a 'rosarian', which means 'someone who knows more about roses than they should.' She's funny, my mom, she's like a fairy of roses....everywhere she lives, there follows a trail of roses. Not happy to just grow them, obsess over them, and place them all over her house, she also enjoys rose soaps and rose perfumes.
I'm going to make her some kind of treat that has candied rose petals and see if she likes that. Have you ever had rose tea? I wasn't a fan. I like the idea of it though! Maybe this Downton Abbey English Rose tea might be better than the other one I tried.
(ok i have to break and share that as I am typing this, my window is open and there are two 5 year olds running on the lawn directly across the street from me, and they are SQUEALING with utter delight, just run run run, SQUEEEEEEEEEAL, and it's the cutest thing ever.)
Ok back to roses. Um......they're pretty? One time I was in France when I was in high school and I smelled a rose that smelled like a piece of fruit. That was awesome! My mom likes to plant David Austen English roses, they are very Crabtree & Evelyn looking, very perfumey smelling roses with lots of petals in the inner section of the flower.
Speaking of English things, I spied my sweet little daughter sitting on the floor the other day, casually flipping through my Downton Abbey planner/calendar. (go take a peek!) Anyway, she's just sitting there, looking through all the pages, wanting to know everyone's names, and I'm like 'No, that's Lady Mary and that's Lady Edith.' And she wanted to know when she could watch the show (oh heavens, I don't know, maybe age 12 or 13??), and informed me that some girl she knows who is only one year older than her has already been watching the show with her mama and loves it. Um, that is not happening, my small friend, no matter how cool of a show it is, it TISN'T FOR SMALL KIDS.
And to end today's post, I recently came to a realization and it is this. I am not a gardener and that's ok. My mom, she pays for her garden. Other folks in my husband's family, they press their hands to the earth and flowers spring forth. My aunt, omg, she is a walking farmer's almanac and a true Master Gardener. But I'm not and I decided that was more than fine. I kept trying to make myself love gardening, when the truth is I'd much rather be learning more about photography, or taking photos, or standing in the kitchen cooking. I have about a 5 minute attention span when it comes to gardening. Who says we all have to be gardeners? I'd rather clean and organize a closet. I'd rather make candied rose petals.
Also, why why WHY can't peonies repeat bloom all summer long like roses? Andrew is very relieved that they don't, because he thinks they smell like cat pee. I'm shaking my head as I write this, as the utter audacity of the man, to say such a thing to me.