Granddad loved roses - trip down memory lane
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...






















