Roses. They smell intoxicating when you stick your nose in. They blind you with their exotic colors and perfect form. They simply make you a special person by just owning them. Well, at least that was what I felt when I grabbed my first pot.
Never a gardener but plant serial killer
Back then, I was not a gardener. What I had for a plant is the idea of having a plant. I had a cactus as I recalled, but even then, I almost killed it few times if not for my husband who seemed to care for it better than I did.
When I purchased my first rose, my aim was simple, that was to have roses in my garden, that's all. But never I imagined that it changed me in a way I never have expected. It was not my gardening skills that was changed but it was my attitude!
It taught me to remain positive and never give-up.
It taught me to respect and love plants just like any other living things.My first rose plant was a striped rose, a miniature which I purchased from IKEA. It only survived 3 weeks under my care.