I have written here before about the resilience of the rose bush behind my apartment (http://www.gr8word.com/index.php/entry/the-resilience-of-roses). But between the deer last year and the late freezes this year, I think the rose bush has finally met its match. As you can guess, I am sad about it.
There is an azalea bush next to the rose bush, and, if I recall rightly (always a question these days), it was planted for my mother by my brother Michael nearly fifteen years ago, not long after they moved in here. In all those years to my knowledge it never bloomed. I am no gardener, but I often wondered if it wasn't getting enough sun, or rain. But maybe it was just waiting for the right moment.
Both Mike and Mom are gone now, but I hope they are watching from heaven, because their azalea has bloomed for the first time, two beautiful pink blossoms. I guess you never know what is going to bloom. Or when.