Have you had a Magical Moment

The roses in my garden, in the last two or three years, have developed astonishing, singular characters. Surrounded by tall trees, sunlight must be hard for them to find. So one magic moment, was when I realised that the most enthusiastic rambler, had accepted my proposition, to climb the apple tree. Tree and rose, now a vast inseparable tangle, about 15-20 feet high, apple blossom first, followed by crowds of small dark pink roses, I don’t know how tall they might grow together.
Next, and very recently, I realised that my biggest, most gloriously scented rose, did not enjoy its place at all, and was determined to take off, across the tin roof of a small shed, out of my sight, but in the sun.
Curling its fat prickly stems back from the shed, and onto the brick wall, was very painful, even with thick gloves, the thorny stems were everywhere. My plan, this time, seemed very unlikely, ever, to meet with rose approval. Some of the huge flowers drooped at once, and scattered petals. I don’t know if roses might die, if they are brutally moved in such a way.
So, very glad to see, this morning.
New, big buds in a cluster, have begun to open and the bare spikey stems, arching over the wall, that looked like a Trump, anti-illegal-immigrant barricade, have already sprouted new strong shoots. Its all going well, and I feel forgiven. Very beautiful.

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Sounds lovely, do you have any photos that you can post ?
I am not lucky with roses at this house. My previous one I had a magnificent perfumed climbing rose that rambled all over one end wall.

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Best Rose I ever had was bought at a school fund-raiser for £1. Casino was its name, yellow climber with a beautiful smell.

It thrived on a south-facing wall/fence for more than 20 years. I was sad to leave it behind when we moved here. I keep meaning to buy another Casino, but we don’t really have the right aspect for it - either much too hot or much too cold.

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“My plan, this time, seemed very unlikely, ever, to meet with rose approval.”@Jeanette Leuers

A marriage of ardent spikiness made in heaven :grinning::revolving_hearts:

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We’ve had our house about 16 years and always called the area at the top of the garden ‘The Orchard’ because it’s full of trees.
I suspected this was a cherry tree but had never seen fruit until yesterday.

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Hardly any fruit on the cherry trees at my partner’s house this year but last year was exceptional and cherries by the bucket load were garnered and given away to all and sundry. Try and get to yours before the beasts do, the taste of cherries plucked in the warm sunshine and scoffed in situ is wonderful :cherries::cherries::cherries:

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It was the beasts that alerted me in the first place - cawing and screeching! What a racket!
Sadly, most of the fruit is up high and I can’t be bothered to get the ladder (it’s big and heavy) and I don’t have that much of a taste for cherries.
Oh, yeah - and the sun isn’t shining but it can’t rain forever as is said in “The Crow”

:upside_down_face:My Dad was visiting and mused about how we would harvest the apples, so high up in the tree. The next morning we could see there was no problem. The storm of 1987 had so rocked the tree, that it was lying on its side - offering apples to eager hands. :hugs:

(thankfully it retained enough roots to survive)

Dad was named the bringer of storms and daughter was (and still is) known as the bringer of rain.

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Just had a mental picture of you all dancing around and sending smokesignals - How !

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I seem to have frequent magical moments these days - or maybe I just appreciate little things more.
I walk the dogs twice a day and morning walks are fairly mundane but evening walks…!
A few nights back, we saw a marten - long and low and red-coloured; two nights ago a fox ran out of the woods, looked at us and turned tail (turned brush?) and ran; tonight the scent hound went mad in the lane and a roe deer appeared in the field beside us and scampered away! I’m amazed she hadn’t scented the rabbits I’d seen the other side of the road!
Wildlife abounds round here - just hope we don’t encounter any of the sanglier we know live here.

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Sounds a bit drastic, Stella. I’ll go without cherries and keep the tree.

Rained all day…I will try again. Don’t expect The Sackville West’s Sissinghurst… I’m very excited when anything grows at all, for me. Trees always do OK, because its damp and jungly here. I’ve got two trees full of weeny peaches, one of green figs, a few with quetsches, cherries and the apples, of course, but the bugs will get them before I do. The grape vine has gone mad. I never actually SEE it expanding, but every time I look at it…it has grown another metre or two in all directions. The patch of sky, over house and island, is diminishing daily, with giant trees reaching out to claim the last bits of blue sky and sun. I like to live like a badger, in a damp burrow under the cliff.

We inherited a cherry tree in our small orchard of mixed fruitiers, and it gave a decent crop each year until 2018, when it died a sudden death. All the leaves dropped off uniformly and completely. Apparently it’s not an unusual event with fruiting cherries, so perhaps best to eat what you can while you can.

The cause of mort subite cerisier is obscure.:slightly_frowning_face:

I stopped trimming spiky perimeters, long ago, and I “sew” all extra shoots of thorny pyracantha onto their fence, or curl them up instead, to make green barbed wire, like the roses. …yes! Ardent spikiness, we love!
:smiling_imp::fearful::grinning_face_with_smiling_eyes:

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Leaving plants behind is as sad as leaving people, sometimes. When I was small, my dad bought one apple tree in Woolworths, Brixton, A freezing winter Saturday. Woolworths still spread sawdust on the floor, then, on icy days.
We were stars in the South London Press, “digging for victory” …the war already won by then. ‘Little Jeanette aged four, picks a tomato weighing over half a pound’.
The only prefab with a sunken, Zen, front garden.
Everyone, everything disappeared, but the tree is there, still.

I remember the prefabs, meant to be there as temporary accomodation but many years later they were still around.
My mum loved ours because the space was well thought out and the gardens were large, alas it was full of condensation and with its asbestos roof was (although unknown, or not talked about then) a real health hazard. We were re housed because of health problems…

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I think my most magical moment was was in 1989 when on my round-the-world trip and visiting New Zealand’s South Island. I managed with 2 other some people to do a deal on a helicopter flight which landed at the top of Fox Glacier. I stood in the virgin snow in absolute peace and stillness under an impossibly blue sky. Everything felt so clean and crisp and just WOW!
I later went on a guided trek up part of the glacier, which also had some “WOW” moments, but that was still the stand out moment among many “wows” on that trip.

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Does receiving my Decree Absolute count?:grinning:

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If it pleased you… then of course it counts :hugs::hugs:

Talking of cherries - as we were further up the thread -

Today, I was given some delicious cherries at the school. This is the first decent crop - thus enough to hand around to the likes of me.

A few years back, the local kids planted a variety of fruit trees. One tree per child. The idea was they could all watch them grow and, later, enjoy their bounty.

I took photos of each child with “his/her” tree. (which I later handed to each parent/guardian)

We all hope that, in years to come, these kids will come back with their own kids, to hear the tales of digging in the dirt, wrestling with stakes and saplings… and to literally enjoy the fruits of their labours. :hugs: