Maybe this makes me weird, but I love pruning. I was out there yesterday afternoon, brandishing my secateurs, and was only temporarily defeated by the hail. Most people are scared of pruning and think they’ll get it wrong. Wrong! Roses are remarkably tough and resilient, and will survive a great deal of harsh treatment. They will also reward you with abundant blossoms if you treat them nicely. In short, roses and humans have a lot in common.
About this time last year I wrote a post about pruning called Symbolic pruning. It summarised how to prune (briefly, remove dead and diseased material, remove crossing or inward growing branches and shorten by a third), and then I went to muse about how wonderful it would be if we could remove unhelpful habits as effectively as we can prune the roses.
I have been an epic failure on this front over the last twelve months. No exercise program has been adhered to, let alone formulated, beyond my weekly attendance at rehab Pilates. I do note however that I always feel better, both mentally and physically, afterwards, and I always note that I feel vastly better on a non working Wednesday, after two days of being trapped in front of the computer.
This means I am back to the eternal question. How do I make a living? I need a job which gives me the opportunity to exercise both my intellect and creativity, does not involve being in front of a screen and on my spreading arse all the time, and something which is comfortably over borderline poverty. All suggestions welcome.
On the positive side, this unusually wet winter means I now have a bounteous spring full of roses to look forward to. I managed to control my rose purchasing this winter to only four new varieties. Ashram, which I have admired at every rose show I have been to, and love for the thoughts of belonging and connection that its name evokes in me. In a moment of pure homesickness for the mild winters of my home town, I bought City of Perth. Finally I bought two roses purely for floristry. Julia’s Rose is also sometimes called the Brown Paper Bag rose for its unusual colouring that looks fabulous in the vase, and Soul Sister, which was marketed as an improvement on Julia’s rose.
I also transplanted three from last winter, which had sulked seriously in their original planting. Joyfulness, Mirage and Addictive Lure have taken kindly to the move. And when they grow up a little, I’ll be able to see them from bed.
Flowers really do make me happy.