Oh, I’m just so bummed out right now. Aside from the fact that we are enjoying a wave of dangerous heat — temperatures in the high 90s and humidity to match — while I was out watering my rose/daylily bed along the privacy fence I discovered that another one of my roses has become infected with Rose Rosette Disease.
The latest victim is Rosa eglanteria, a very old cultivar that I chose because it is so resistant to pests and diseases, is sporting the characteristic witches brooms and distorted canes. So, in addition to bidding farewell to another one of my roses, I now have the wonderful task of cutting it all back to the ground and burning the canes in the sultry heat.
As my mother used to say, ”Goody goody god damn.”
Guess I’d better get busy, before more of the mites that carry it catch the breeze and spread some more.
Shit.
oh that sucks. my mom has had bad luck with most of her roses this year. she’s so upset by it. this weather has been horrible, hasn’t it? i’m a wimp and can’t hardly stand the heat. being that i’m not much of a morning person, i like to do my watering in the evening and its not even cooling down much by late evening. bleck
How funny! Not about the rose, about the saying. My blogging friend Nola told me that when she was little and she and her cousins would play together, she had an aunt that would often have to scold her son. So when she would get mad, she’d say, “Damn it to hell, Bob!” Nola grew up thinking that was the actual phrase, not dammit to hell. But damn it to hell bob! So now she says it. And now I say it. I guess it will just go on infamy! (Poor Bob…)
Brenda
Seeing that we are talking roses here:
a rose by any other name…..
I had a new rose to name and thought Rosa “Rosette” would be nice.
Then I checked to see if the name was taken…. and quickly changed my mind
For “Bob’s your uncle” -type phrases getting mistakenly accepted:
Rosa “Just Joey” is another case in point, the ‘just’ bit possibly not expected to be included in the name but since firmly stuck.
I clearly remember your goddess intoxicated rose garden in S.F. in the 80’s and was awestruck at your green thumb with roses. Of course, they do like sandy soil. As a child growing up in L.I. N.Y. in a little town called Bayport whose only industries were clams, roses, and pot, it makes sense I’d remember that roses like sandy soil.
Anyway, I’m really bumbed out too about your rose distress.
On a happier note, congress passed the Clean Energy and security act today – which should have happened about 30 something years ago, but better now than never.
hugs