The cherries, forsythias, magnolias, camellias, and daffodils are slowly giving way to the tulips, salmon berry blossoms, rhododendrons, and the dogwoods. The roses are in their beginning bud stages, some more than other as is to be expected from such a variety. The weather changes from rain to snow to rainbows by the minute, briefly clearing for a view of Mt. Rainier if you look up in time.
My goal was to make all of the rare roses as common as possible to assure their survival.
We are adding a new category called Farm Notes today. We will share our celebration of the beauty, magic, and memory making as we restore Anne’s Rose Gardens
I know that those who sit, tend to keep sitting and those that regularly exercise, are motivated to continue. So I charge on.
My mother had a beautiful flower garden full of sweet peas, geraniums, lilies, hyacinths, poppies and anything else that existed in the neighborhood. She and my father, Harry Rae Boys, were married in 1915, a couple of years before the United States became involved in the Great War, WW1. While supply shortages took place onContinue reading “Prisoner in the Garden”
Roses have been my passion for the past 35 years. Most of the people who come to my blog at first will know me through our mutual love of roses and the community we’ve built while sharing this love. I’ve wanted a website for my books for quite a while, but never had the timeContinue reading “How it all began…”