March 10, 2013 by Hannah
As a general rule I’m a fruit and veg gardener through and through. I like to grow my own organic produce and then create something delicious from it.
Last year however, my heart was melted in France by a certain rose by
the name of ‘Pierre de Ronsard’. A truly lovely, old fashioned specimen with white and pink petals. The only problem was that Ryanair would never let me bring it through security, so I left a broken gardener’s heart and the rose in France.
I related my tale of woe to anyone who would listen. Then lo and behold on my birthday my Pierre made an appearance, having made a long and arduous journey not from France but England.
I have nourished him with tepid soft rainwater and dollops of well rotted horse manure, and very soon I think he may flower.
My only problem now is that since he’s been kept in our warm kitchen he actually thinks that he is back in France. He’s going to have a very rude awakening when he’s planted out in the midst of a dim Irish June, but hopefully all of my nursing will stand him in good stead.
I’m also hoping that his colourful blossoms attract plenty of bees to the orchard to help with pollination. So in a round about way I’m shedding my flowery traitor’s cloak and helping my native fruit trees again!