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Knock Out Roses on the Rhonda Lou
Cares come and go and I’m no different on that plane than all the
rest of the world.
I once read a story about a lady who had worked a life time as
a secretary. She invited a friend for dinner one evening. The friend was most
admiring of her cobblestone patio.
“I put it down myself.” She proudly told her guest
“Oh my! How ever did you manage.” Her friend asked.
“Well, you see, as a secretary there are many things that go on during
the day over which I had no control and could not change. Often time things got so tedious I felt I was going to explode. So then, I decided to put a cobblestone patio off my back door. I took a mustard jar, mixed some cement in it and every night I would put a stone down.
“There you are, and that’s for you. I pushed the cement around the stone in a determined way as I buried any unpleasant issues of the day. They are all under there you see, covered over and forgotten.”
That story has always stuck with me and especially as I place a plant of some variety in the hole I’ve dug for it. The anger, anxiety and misery rests forever beneath a lovely blooming plant. This is the way it is with the Knock Out Roses.
Better yet if they are over the septic tank. My guests always have a laugh when I explain to them the reason they bloom so beautifully.
“After all,” they comment. “Everything blooms better over the Septic Tank.”
Google Knock Out Roses to see pictures of these hardy plants
Cares come and go and I’m no different on that plane than all the
rest of the world.
I once read a story about a lady who had worked a life time as
a secretary. She invited a friend for dinner one evening. The friend was most
admiring of her cobblestone patio.
“I put it down myself.” She proudly told her guest
“Oh my! How ever did you manage.” Her friend asked.
“Well, you see, as a secretary there are many things that go on during
the day over which I had no control and could not change. Often time things got so tedious I felt I was going to explode. So then, I decided to put a cobblestone patio off my back door. I took a mustard jar, mixed some cement in it and every night I would put a stone down.
“There you are, and that’s for you. I pushed the cement around the stone in a determined way as I buried any unpleasant issues of the day. They are all under there you see, covered over and forgotten.”
That story has always stuck with me and especially as I place a plant of some variety in the hole I’ve dug for it. The anger, anxiety and misery rests forever beneath a lovely blooming plant. This is the way it is with the Knock Out Roses.
Better yet if they are over the septic tank. My guests always have a laugh when I explain to them the reason they bloom so beautifully.
“After all,” they comment. “Everything blooms better over the Septic Tank.”
Google Knock Out Roses to see pictures of these hardy plants