My Lady Banks Rose is blooming. I love my Lady Banks Rose, even though she's become an undisciplined wild tangle of a thing whose tendrils reach across the doorway, and over and down the trellis on the other side.
Larry says she needs a severe pruning but - mercifully - has agreed to put it off until after she's finished blooming.
When crowned with her glorious sprays of tiny yellow blossoms, my Lady Banks is the Queen of the Front Flower Bed, despite her humble beginnings. Years ago I discovered her wilted, listing and tiny on the discount rack at - of all places - Wal-Mart. Despite her bedraggled state, I immediately recognized Lady Banks' regal bearing and saved her. But we won't talk about her unlikely beginnings, especially now when she is nearing the peak of her glory. Beneath her branches a court of hostas and coneflowers rise in awe of her majesty.
In our back yard, blooming things continue to erupt under Elmira the Elm Tree. Today it was a beautiful pink tulip. I love tulips. I love the way the blooms start out all tight and reserved before slowly opening, once they acclimate. Tulips are very ladylike flowers.
In another week, when all threat of frost has passed, Larry will allow me take some of the more delicate plants out of the greenhouse. I'm counting the days, especially since I'm looking forward to bringing out the odd but eye-catching African mask. Everyone who sees it stops and says, "What is that?" If I'm forced to entertain visitors who aren't talktive, I just show them the plants. It opens them up, like a tulip.