After purchasing our first home about two and a half years ago, my fiance and I quickly learned the difficulties of gardening, and the hatred for hours of fruitless labor. The previous owner of the home at some point had planted 10 wild rose bushes bushes – yes, 10! Which, we could only imagine would be beautiful come spring.
The first year in our home I decided it would be my job to tend the roses. Talking care to Google how-to and I felt confident summer would bring the blossoms I worked so hard for. But soon came fall without even a handful of buds and finally… reality… I had failed miserably.
So the next year, it was his turn.. And again came the frustrating feelings of failure after hours of clipping and pruning and cutting and fertilizing.