This is a story of the flowers I didn’t know I wanted. Being a research geek, I studied the varieties to be offered at the North Texas Master Gardeners plant sale. I chose one, went to a garden center to double-check my choice, thought about it a while and determined that yes, this was the variety of rose I wanted. I went to the sale with list in hand and my first priority was to buy the roses.
Only one problem: by the time I got in the sale, they were sold out. (I shivered in the cold for more than an hour to get in the door, you understand…and I got there early.)
One of the nice master gardeners working the sale suggested Cinco de Mayo roses instead. I whined a while then grudgingly agreed . . . and now I’m so glad I did.
How gorgeous is that?
They’re a beautiful color, sort of pinky-goldeny-apricoty-ish with a suggestion of lavender. The pictures don’t do them justice. They seem very happy in their new home, spreading out and blooming their little hearts out.
They've more than doubled in size since I planted them
They’re the perfect color to go with the slightly weird pink brick of my house. (I didn’t choose the house for its color.) MUCH better than the roses I thought I wanted.
Which just goes to show that sometimes when you don’t get what you want, you end up with what you really wanted all along.
Tasting God 