For my birthday, my co-worker, Debbie, got me one of the most thoughtful gifts -- a rose plant. I cheerily brought it home aaaaaand proceeded to have yet another busy weekend. Followed by a busy week. While Dave and I rushed to and fro, the little plant watched and thrived in its bag -- to the point where I noticed new shoots coming off of its woody branches, with pretty leaves and everything! So, I knew this thing was ready to hit some dirt.
When we moved in, there was an empty patch of dirt near an off-shoot structure of the garden which used to house a swing. This spring, it came back as a weedy, grassy patch -- which would've been fine (except for the weeds), but it's in a prime morning-sun spot for growing something beautiful! We don't have many of those around our shady house, so we're trying to use what we've got. Aaaand this is what we had:

Woo. Hoo. So, after some digging, we had...

DIRT! I mixed some organic soil in, as well. And all the while, the quiet rosebush sat aside, patiently watching; polite, but still hoping I knew what the heck I was doing.

Okay, enough personification. I dug down as far as it told me to, performed a water soaking ritual and, ultimately, got the thing planted and *hopefully* happy. (Apparently I lied, personification abounds. Ohhhh, just wait 'til we plant our veggies and herbs!)

I'll give you an update whether he took to his new home or not. :-) This weekend looks to be another busy one, with Pre Cana all day Saturday -- but if the weather looks good enough, Sunday is the big garden day!
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