War Of The Roses

Okay, I got the roses planted. But not without a little bloodshed and sweat. First, I had to go to the box store and buy the pots, where they are planted, and all the dirt and soil mix. The pots weigh 1000 pounds each - at least that much. The top soil and soil mix weigh another ton. I got them all in the back of the pickup truck. The rose bushes road in the cab with me.

My financial controller helped me. She did things like tell me that I should have waited until early in the morning when I would be out of the sun while working. Our lean-to faces south. That means that in the morning the sun shines on the spot and in the afternoon the sun shines on the spot. I am not complaining, once I got the job done, she watered the roses and me.

I did not realize you have to mix the soil mix and the dirt. Yes, you do. And, the most logical way is to mix it inside the pots. That was a lot of fun. When you get the right amount of soil and mix, you have to dig a hole, take out what you just put in so the plant will fit. That’s when I discovered that this particular variety of rose has about two trillion thorns. That was just the first plant. After that I go some gloves. They barely fit over all the band-aids.

But the good news is I got that job done with only enough sweat to drown a river rat and just enough blood loss from the thorns, that I didn’t have to have a transfusion.

It is my best estimate that the plants will die sometime this week and the pots will go soon after.

PMO
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