The Wild Prairie roses are in bloom, and the yellow irises keep putting on new blossoms. The third photo is the insulated tumbler daughter Hannah gave me. It's covered with dried flowers and leaves, with a layer of clear epoxy over it. At the moment, it's filled with peach-mango ice tea.
My mother started hers with clippings from my Grandma Winings' bush in North Dakota. Mama cut them, wrapped them in wet paper towels and put them into a plastic bag, brought them home to Nebraska and planted them, and they grew and blossomed every year since the early 1960s.
From my three bushes from that one large root, I have divided and transplanted, and now have five Old-Fashioned rosebushes around the yard.
Peonies |
Peony bud |
Spent peony blossom |
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