No one told my climber roses that October isn’t their blooming season. I hacked them back the first year I planted, thinking that was the thing to do. It wasn’t. So they’re a bit leggy but determined all the same. And right before we left for our trip, I noticed three cheeky buds -sassy and sure. Now was the time. I had a moment of panicked confusion. Don’t they know this isn’t good for them? What should I do, what can I do?! And the small calm voice of wisdom and reason said. Let them bloom. That’s what they’re there to do when they’re ready. It’s always the right time. In spite of your screw ups and good intentions. They made it through.
And they rule my heart. Rule the garden. Defiantly loving the cold cold nights of an almost freeze.
I’m not sure anything or anyone teaches me as much as my garden.