I had so much fun digging in her dirt, and getting to know her roses. There were some dead wood in the center of massive 30-year-old roses that was very difficult to get to, and some climbing branches well into the neighbors' yard, hidden by masses of bougainvillea that I tamed back onto her side of the fence. With the help of my husband and brother, and a few dozen cuts from the thorns, each roses was revived a bit. I grew up in my grandmother's garden, often watering for her, scouring the yard for my little turtle Peter, playing with my Barbie's on the patio, splashing in a pool on the grass. I want the garden to always shine for my grandmother, as the yard is, in many ways, the heart of the family.
On my grandmother's back porch she has a huge Hoya vine, and these are the blooms. I have a clipping from hers, from years ago, and it's never bloomed for me yet. I can't wait for it to someday. I'm patient. I think they also call it porcelain plant?

A beautiful white orchid. I took a division of this last October, and it's started to grow in my kitchen window recently.

Some yellow roses, I don't know any of their names:

4 comments:
Just stumbled across your blog. It is so beautiful! Looking at these roses, for a moment I was sure I could smell them (no kidding)!
What a wonderful visit to see your Grandma(-: My great aunt had a garden that was always so beautiful and I loved to visit her and spend time working in her yard. It was always something I loved doing. She was my inspiration. I always wanted to have a beautiful yard when I grew up. Its not as great as hers but I keep working on it.
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