Last year, my thoughtful husband brought me roses.
Well, rose bushes.
I’d always been leery of these pretty, prickly plants. Everyone said that they were high-maintenance, disease-prone, and—well—fussy.
So when Mr. Anonymous presented me with two varieties of prickly sticks poking out of plastic bags, I was speechless. And perhaps less enthusiastic than I could (read: should) have been.
But, as always, he calmly smiled and even helped dig some holes.
*Sigh* It does become tiresome to have him always be right.
Anyway, they bloomed until December (not a typo) and still looked like this:
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Right?
Well, these lovelies were no lemons, but…
When life gave us roses, we made rose jelly from the recipe here.
Ohhh-hoh-hoh, yes! A flavor you can’t possibly imagine! And when asked to describe it, the best I could convey was, “Ah, well… it tastes kind of like… well, a lot like… but not really like… flowers.”
Lame, me. Very, very lame.
But the jelly was delicious! (Even if my adjectives are lacking).
So, today is spring. (SPRING, I tell you!!!)
It’s a perfect time to plant a rose bush.
Especially one you can eat on a scone.