I love fresh flowers. They are bright and cheery and make me happy. Amoeba knows the surest way to see my face light up is to bring me flowers — and he does every now and then. Sometimes he brings me cut flowers. Sometimes he brings me a plant. Either are guaranteed to make me smile. The last time Amoeba got me flowers it was roses. Peace Roses are my favorites and he bought me a long stemmed bouquet for Easter. I call them my resurrection roses because five of those stems are in planters on our deck and they are growing!
The roses lasted a remarkably long time and I noticed they were growing in the vase even though they had been cut. I pointed the phenomena out to Amoeba and he suggested I got buy some pots and rose planting soil and see if I could root the silly things. I planted 9 of the twelve stems. Five of them are still thriving. We will keep them in planters this year and transplant them into the yard next Spring after the fear of frost has passed.