Yesterday, as I was busy in our back yard planting the “Iceburg” floribunda, I went out my side gate and out of the corner of my eye, a flash of yellow drew me to our neighbors Forsythia. It was beginning to bloom. When we lived in Nashville, we had a neighbor who had the most beautiful Forsythia bushes. She had told me that most of these 4ft round bushes were from cuttings that she had literally just “stuck in the ground” and watered. I always knew that Spring was just about here when Mrs. Dodd’s Forsythia’s were in bloom. I made an entry in my journal about Mrs. Dodd and how she inspired my love for roses several years ago. I thought it was worth a re-post for today.
I hope you will read and enjoy: Mrs. Dodd and our Leatherwood Rose
Pictued here is a photo of our “Leatherwood Rose” taken in 1999.