Neighbors keep telling me I can't grow roses on my Missouri limestone hill.
I haven't told my roses yet. They're all rescues, left-over potted roses from the end of the growing season. Sometimes I don't even know what kind or color they are, so when they finally bloom it's a delightful surprise.
Did you know roses are edible?
I once garnished a friend's salad with one. Come to think about it, she hasn't spoken to me since…