Neighbors

Last October, at the beginning of my renovation, I had a rose plant growing wildly out of a rusting, antique, iron tub in the "backyard." Charles and Carroll truncated its gangly offshoots and placed it in a plastic 5-gallon bucket. It looked so abbreviated from its original untended splendour. "It's alive, Rolla!" they assure me.

Undoubtedly, this spring, shoots grew from the stubbed branches and I was gifted 3 perfect blooms...

In keeping with prior experiences of Frantz's gorgeous bulbs planted in the flower box he built, and testament to the selfish nature of our current society, beautiful blooms are never allowed to be shared with all who walk by. Within three days, each of my three blooms were taken. Snip. by. Snip.