I love the oldest roses best, and right now is the time to think about getting a new one. This is Climbing Peace, a pale yellow, very strong and almost never without a bloom or two all year long in this climate.
I found a new source yesterday!
As I think about peace and quiet, to me those things are found in gardens. Yesterday I watched for birds and a mockingbird was down at the little birdbath I set up. I set out seed for them, like St. Francis.
The bush tits come to the orange tree in the afternoons.
Anyway, there is nothing like planting new roses.
I haven’t for a very long time. This year I shall. My birthday is in a few days, and that is what I plan to get myself — some new bare roots.
Once I went to Watsonville and saw the gardens.
I love the Austin roses, really exquisite…
I think I’d be happiest just designing gardens all around myself right now. That is maybe what is going to happen. Planting an orchard is something I have always wanted to do. Roses I have done forever. It was the first thing I ever planted on my own. Land = Quiet. This is what I am thinking. And poetic reveries as well.