A Trade Off
There was nothing I loved more than my climbing roses when I lived in Ohio. I planted them and they took off, blooming all summer into fall. They bloomed year after year for many years without any special care.
They would burst into bloom in June then sporadically bloom until fall where another rush of color would cover the branches. They were such a beautiful shade of red. A true rosy red, so deeply pink they looked red from afar.
It was especially nice because they were in the front of the house for all to enjoy.
You can't bring flowers, even cuttings from the Midwest to Florida so I did without roses for a time.
Mother's Day came and I bought my mother a red rose tree. It was the only red rose tree available at the nursery. Since I was also treating myself to a rose tree, I had to chose another color. Once home, I placed it here and there but I was never able to watch it closely or enjoy it. It was always out of sight from inside the house.
Yesterday I discovered I could see them, if I was at the far end of the computer room so I moved the tree, in it's decorative container, closer to the window. I crushed a few cactus that have fantastic blooms in the winter, but since they spread quickly, I didn't mourn them too much.
So I traded my rosy red roses for a tropical "tangerine red".
I'm more than pleased they survived. This tree nearly died over the summer but it survived despite my neglect so that must mean I have found the right spot.
And I can enjoy it from inside!