I especially relished my plan for a rose bed. I think roses look best when they have their own bed accompanied by a few favorite companions. The front of our property is the sunniest spot. We have a 100 foot split-rail fence on the edge of the property that is pleading for roses. I figured I could put a rose plant in front of each post then fill in the spaces with lavender, baby's breath, Russian sage and the like.
|Kind of like this, only with a mossy split-rail rather than the white picket.|
My mother-in-law is a rose expert of sorts so I worked on my plan with her to choose the most fragrant or largest or most unique blooms. In my mind, the rustic, cottage bed would be a welcoming entrance to the driveway.
|Here is a good image more like my fence. Hydrangeas don't do well in my area, so|
imagine roses in their place.
When I get working on a project like this, it is always in the back of my mind. When I'm doing laundry or running errands, I mull it over. Sometimes I'm figuring out logistics (where to get plants and materials), but often I am just enjoying the dream of it. I was happily and busily dreaming about the newly established plan when this showed up in our front yard:
Guess what moose eat. That's right; roses. This is the first time in the over 18 months that we have lived here that we have seen moose. We've only spotted a mule deer once!
What is a dreamer to do?