With that much to write about, for the time of the year, I almost forgot to show you these treasures that were full bloom on May 2nd.
It was the last autumn before my paternal Grandmother, 'Oma' as we say in Dutch would die peacefully, at the age of 91 after coming home from a dinner evening with the elderly choir. Dad had pruned her treasured roses back before winter would come and he threw the clippings on his compost pile at home.
After she died in February, all of a sudden several rose bushes had come up on that compost pile; from the clippings Dad had taken home in the fall. Oh my, like a sign from heaven, as if she would say: "here I am!" Needless to say that Dad did pot them up and kept them all alive. So I reasoned, IF it could grow once from clippings, then it can be repeated and thus I took some rose stems home and tried my luck!
We don't know any botanical name for this rose yet, but we call these rose bushes the 'Oma Rose' and it means a lot to me. Pieter has decided to create several more so we will end up with a full nosegay of roses at once, to nicely fill a vase. I took the three blooming roses out on the balcony for you to see... May I present to you:
The 'Oma Rose' from my birth town Horst!
That rose pattern is a nice match with these lovely roses!
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