As I told you before, I am trying to revive childhood memories of my Granddad's garden right now whilst redoing our own little one.
I have to say that Grandma also had a garden. She was responsible for the vegetable and fruits whilst granddad fancied only the flowers. They weren't well off and really had to look after the money but he spent each year a small fortune on roses and dahlias. I can remember the tone of the discussions. Nobody quite understood him: he had to spend a lot of money, there was a short period of bloom and it was a lot of work because you have to cut them, cover them during the winter 9or take them out in the case of dahlias).
There is still that anecdote about him and the roses. I had a small paddling pool each year and he used it once to cover his most precious roses because it became terribly cold one day and he simply was not prepared.
I still love him for passing his love for flowers unto me and I see his triangular rose garden at the side of our house. Come to think of it: I had a rose garden in Mexico in front of our living room window and it was triangular, too and the one I built in front of the kitchen there was also triangular... There are no coincidences in live. Funny that here, back in Germany I planned a rectangular bed for the roses, like I put the two triangulars finally together...
I have to say that Grandma also had a garden. She was responsible for the vegetable and fruits whilst granddad fancied only the flowers. They weren't well off and really had to look after the money but he spent each year a small fortune on roses and dahlias. I can remember the tone of the discussions. Nobody quite understood him: he had to spend a lot of money, there was a short period of bloom and it was a lot of work because you have to cut them, cover them during the winter 9or take them out in the case of dahlias).
There is still that anecdote about him and the roses. I had a small paddling pool each year and he used it once to cover his most precious roses because it became terribly cold one day and he simply was not prepared.
I still love him for passing his love for flowers unto me and I see his triangular rose garden at the side of our house. Come to think of it: I had a rose garden in Mexico in front of our living room window and it was triangular, too and the one I built in front of the kitchen there was also triangular... There are no coincidences in live. Funny that here, back in Germany I planned a rectangular bed for the roses, like I put the two triangulars finally together...
Sound like you have a very strong bond with your grandparents.what a lovely post this is.thanks so much!!!also thank you for allllll the wonderful collages you make.wow you put so much work into them I really really enjoy them.xoxo
PS if you want to have a laugh I just posted a very silly picture of me on flickr.To celebrate that I am a pro now too.Now I just have to learn how to use all the flickr tools.
Posted by: Dees | Thursday, 29 May 2008 at 03:30
what lovely memories. i hope your rose garden creates those same recollections for your children and eventual grandchildren.
Posted by: rebecca | Friday, 30 May 2008 at 00:29
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Posted by: francesca | Tuesday, 01 July 2008 at 18:08
Those roses look so pretty. pink are my favorite.
Posted by: Mona | Friday, 11 July 2008 at 20:31