Ⓐ - Ⓩ - 21 april - Ⓡ - Roser

Glædelig påske  -- Kristus er opstanden

     Uglemor holder påske. Derfor opdateres bloggen kun sporadisk, og kommentarer på andre blogge forekommer i lige så spredt fægtning.
     Her kommer lige en enkelt Ⓐ-Ⓩ-blogpost.

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 Blessed Easter  --  Christ has risen

MotherOwl is celebrating the Easter triduum and more. Blogging is sporadic, and comments on all your lovely blogs will only be written when time allows. 
Here's the next Ⓐ-Ⓩblog post.

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Ⓡ - er for roser.
     Da vi flyttede ind i Uglebo, var her adskillige rosenbuske. En af dem var ondsindet, den stod nærmest på lur og rev os gang på gang med sine lange grene der havde mange spidse, røde torne. Den blev klippet i småstykker og brændt.
   Der var også to andre roser, men Uglemor har aldrig været god til det, der ikke kunne spises, så de fik færre og færre blomster, og til sidst forsvandt de helt. Flere gange har vi fået eller købt små rosenbuske, men de er allesammen forsvundet efter kort tid.
     For nogle år siden fik Ugleboet en hybenrose - en fredelig én, der ikke breder sig. Den går kun i højden. Den har smukke, velduftende blomster, og så står den et sted hvor den ikke sender fangarme ud efter os.
     Forleden fandt Uglemor nogle meget medtagne, men gule roser i et supermarked. Mange af havens planter er sådan nogle trætte tilbudsplanter, der er kommet på genoplivningskur i domen inden de kom ud i haven. De to af roserne overlevede vist. Nu står de i en krukke, og Uglemor håber på gule rosenblomster senere på året.

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 Ⓡ - is for roses.
When we moved in, the garden had three rose bushes. Two nondescript red ones in the row of bushes near the road. The third one was an evil one. It was beautiful, it stood on a corner, we passed several times a day, and we were sure it was laying in ambush, waiting for us to get near so that it could get at us with its many, sharp and reddish thorns.  We called it the evil rose, and it ended its life being cut to pieces and burned after attacking us one time too many.
MotherOwl is not good at keeping ornamental plants alive, and the two red roses became uglier and uglier, the roses fewer and smaller, and after some years they failed to show up. We have bought or been given small roses, but they never lived for long.
Some years ago we were given a beach rose of the non-invasive variety. It thrives, smells good and grows in a place where its many, many thorns cannot get at us.
But now a week or so ago MotherOwl found some yellow roses on sale. Lots of our garden plants are brought home as "tired plants", half (or more) wilted plants marked down or given away for free.
The yellow roses had a revivification trip into the dome. Two of them survived it seems, and now they are planted out in a pot to die or hopefully live and bloom.

Gule, trætte roser. Bemærk de nye fine skud i ringene. 

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Tired yellow roses. Notice the promising buds in the yellow circles.