TLC and I split a couple
of flats of plants that Little Leighton’s pre-school was selling as a
fundraiser back in April. We got impatiens, lantana, purple sweet potato vines and
moss rose. We each ended up with six small moss rose plants. I had The Country
Casa Gardener (aka My Sweet Hubby aka MSH) place four of said plants in one big
pot and two in a smaller one. They were positively beautiful! Growing. Thriving. Then
came a huge hail/thunder/rainstorm in May that beat the living you-know-what
out of all six plants. (Don't get me wrong: We needed rain. Even in the form of hail. It was very much appreciated by all of us in Texas.)
About six weeks ago, out
of desperation, I asked MSH to re-plant the four in the big pot into the ground by our guest room/Little Leighton's entrance door. MSH and I never, ever, EVER
plant seasonal color plants in the actual ground in any garden. We’ve been here, in our home,
for over fifteen years. We learned about thirteen years ago that any pretty
color/seasonal plants would be destroyed/dug up by armadillos. All of the perennials
have to be put into pots. However, the sweet little moss rose plants were
languishing—horribly—and I thought: What the heck? Might as well see if we
could save them by putting them in the ground.
Drum roll, if you please………………..
Here are those poor
wittle pitiful moss rose plants today!
From a distance…
Up close and personal…
Actually, I took these pictures several days ago. The plants are even fuller and prettier now.
I’m NOT a gardener. My
Nana? The Quintessential Gardener Extraordinaire. Me? Not so much. But I’m
quite proud of these babies, thank you. Thank you very much!
Hope You Sillies have some
bloomin’ flowers wherever in this World you are residing…
smooches and hugs…
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