Home: A rose by any other name

Here’s a rather lovely little thing. Last year I bought a tiny pot-rose from a discount shelf in the Co-op, mostly¬†out of pity at the thought of any living creature being left all alone with its fate at the mercy of an orange “reduced” sticker. It had three tiny blooms on it and was small enough that when I repotted it, the whole plant could be cupped in my hand. I honestly didn’t think it would live all that long, but I figured I’d do the best I could by it for as long as it did.

To my amazement and delight, it lived, thrived, survived a change of address when we moved in December, and is now alive and well on my living room windowsill. To my even greater delight, this spring, it flowered! But look at this:

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Three deep pinkish-red blooms similar to the ones it had when I bought it… and one pale pink one that looks nothing like them! I gather that this can happen when a particular rose has been grown by grafting onto another stock; so not a miracle, just a bit of horticultural sleight of hand. The kind of people who grow roses as serious business would deal with this by¬†removing any shoots that come up from the underlying stock instead of the desired, grafted breed.

But to my eyes there’s something far more magical about having two kinds of rose on a single bush, so I’m going to leave mine just as it is.

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