This puppy thing may simply be a sleep-deprivation experiment. Oh, to sleep in, languorously, luxuriously, to the unimaginably indulgent hour of Six A.M! It has not been happening. Hence I've been in a haze. I found myself this afternoon nodding off multiple times while going through photos. Rain is predicted for Sunday, so I did the usual things we gardeners do in preparation: a potted plant or two went into the ground, a few transplants made, some fertilizer thrown around, and mulch laid down to squelch the sprouting of weeds, all done slowly, to avoid re-injuring whatever it was I injured, and in a sleepy haze. More roses are coming on line.
The first couple of 'Evelyn's for 2012:
'Jude The Obscure':
'English Garden', always an exquisitely perfect arrangement of tiny petals, a buff flower born of a red bud:
'Purple Splash' has no buds at all, but does sport a fat new basal:
'Yves Piaget' looks better shaded than in the bright sun of yesterday:
A sweet cluster of 'Bill Warriner'...
...and 'George Burns':
As the roses begin, Aloe 'Blue Elf' is nearly finished blooming:
While the Calandrinia is in full swing:
Haze or not, let the rain begin! My pails and buckets and tubs and bins await.