Murder in the Rose Garden
It has been an intense weekend. As you know, we are still restoring Cà Rossa: this is the turn of the stable. There’s this 3-cows stable joint to the house that we have used as a storing room during the move and it was still packed with stuff. This week the guys will come and dig the floor, then they’re going to put gravel for at least 1mt depth and then the new cement floor. This is going to be what English call ‘the shed’ and ‘the greenhouse’ altogether. But we call it stable even if there won’t be cows in.
Anyway, there was this job of emptying the stable to be done but I didn’t feel like.
So I told Ale there were roses dying in the pot-ghetto under the willows: he could have dealt with boxes, I would have cared of the roses. I started weeding behind the vitex agnus castus and a bit later I started digging holes.
I came to unbury some rather scary bones (one has big horrible teeth on!) and that let me puzzled. I’ve been told the old tenant was a strange person.
I think something nasty happend in the past in the rose garden, so I’ve put Special Agents Mina and Rudy to investigate. They told me they’re keeping the case confidential, because we have a mole on the department (of roses actually). I think we have more than one.
I’ll let you know what they find out as soon as the case won’t be confidential anymore.
I’ve planted several roses on the garden: r. gallica ‘Splendens’, r. gallica ‘Aimable Rouge’, ‘Chloris’, ‘Tuscany’, ‘Celsiana’, ‘Adam Messerich’, ‘Therese Bugnet’, ‘Omar Khayyam’ (which I love), and another couple I don’t actually remember, one of which was nearly dead.
I forgot to tell you I am a shop manager, so my weekends start on sunday and finish on monday 3.00 p.m.
This morning drinking my coffee I looked from the kitchen window and I realized I haven’t take care of the gravel garden for quite a long time. There’s no gravel on it yet. There are barely plants actually.
I’m afraid I’m loosing my 3 service-berries. I think they couldn’t settle down in there: too sunny, too dry and they probably need pap. So I gave them plenty of water and chemical nutrients (iron). One day people will pay to come and see my garden. Look at those erigeron karwiskianus among those santolina aren’t they beautiful?!
(My father gave me that purple barrel, it’s about 50 years old and very heavy. He painted it purple because he only had a few red antirust color and a few grey-blue one. He mixed up.)
I weeded too. I’m glad you can see my kniphofia just coming into bloom at the edge of the gravel garden (you can see it’s the edge because from there on there won’t be gravel in the future) and you can also see my multi-purpose weeding chair. It’s that blue thing there. I discovered I can use it as a box too, so I can collect the weeds I’ve just piled and compost them. I can even turn it upside down and soak the plants before i plant them ( it needs to be filled with water, the multi-purpose chair).
I had the time to harvest the first ‘Hungarian hot wax’ pepper this morning, I’ve been harvesting cherry tomatoes and yellow courgetts for a couple of weeks by now. I decided to cook some pasta and try this hot chili classified (3) on a scale from (0) to (8). It tastes nicely hot.
OK my favorite part here is the murder in the rose garden. (I think you should get trenchcoats for special agents Mina & Rudy.) I have the Rosa Tuscany (glorious deep color and fragrance!)–it is a little like Bamboo for spreading but so worth fighting with. BTW I missed lunch and I just wish I had that plate of pasta. And you WILL be photographing the stable-to-greenhouse project right?
They have their gray trenchcoats but they’re on a secret mission actually. I love gallica roses, they all are spreaders but they have the most beatiful crimsons and parfumes I can tell. If they are like bamboo it means I will stake tomatoes with rosa gallica sticks. Très chic!