|Plumbago, bottom right, unknown clematis above and Clematis 'Taiga' June 4 2021|
Tomorrow and Sunday I will be hosting an open garden for the Vancouver Rose Society. It would seem the weather is not going to cooperate. In Mexico we would just say, “ni modo” and accept it.
My daughter Hilary will be accompanying me. She will help me cheer up as this is the first time that I will not have with me my Rosemary. I did everything that she would have done which included washing the kitchen floor (an obsession of hers!) and cleaning the large glass windows overlooking the garden. I have put black dirt on the flower beds and deadheaded the spent roses.
But it is a sad day for me as I look at the beautiful garden that is more so than ever before. Because she was not feeling well by October of last year, she did not take care of her precious gray plants. They are hard to keep looking good as they do not like to be rained on. Some died. I replaced as many as I could find.
We all know that Rosemary was a snob and she loved the colours blue and white. The last plant to be replaced was the tender plumbago. I found one at Southlands. So within limits Rosemary would be proud of how dense the garden looks with no empty spaces. She would be extra pleased that the white rose, Rosa ‘Sombreul’ is flowering and has reached the garage roof.
Sunday and Saturday, as I retire and turn off the light (it will really not be any different from all the previous nights since December 9), I will immediately sense the presence of my Rosemary that is not beside me.
I have not been taking sleeping pills. Hilary has convinced me to take a tub bath before sleeping. In the bath I put three large handfuls of magnesium sulphate or Epsom Salts. I have a large bag of it because in the spring it helps roses absorb fertilizer. It would seem that it relaxes me and I sleep soundly in the company of Niño and Niña.
The scan seen here is of Rosemary’s plumbago, Clematis ‘Taiga’ and the unknown clematis that grows up Rosa ‘Maiden’s Blush’.
I put lots of extra effort to find those plants that Rosemary so loved. I know that this year’s opening is really a memorial for her.