Hey, You Sucker, You!

Here we have one of the many beds of a jungle's worth of crocosmia that live in my yard. And look closely- can you see what I see? 

A bloom! One bloom in that whole mess and if I get two more, I'll be shocked. But one bloom is better than no blooms. I should pick that thing and bring it in, put it in a vase and carry it around with me until it dies to get the most possible enjoyment out of it. 

I was busy today. No need to go into great detail but I had to do some of the things that make me anxious for no discernible reason. Things that involve money and mail and contracts, etc. Not big deal things either. But it takes a lot of my bandwidth to do these things. I took the trash and then went by the post office to mail what I needed to mail. Mr. Moon asked me to buy stamps and the only two kinds they had were either American flag stamps or Purple Heart stamps. 
What? 

I got a page of the Purple Heart ones. Glen keeps the Purple Heart his daddy was awarded in WWII on his dresser. But come on. Where are the bird stamps, the flower stamps, the Harriet Tubman stamps, the Pete Seeger stamps? Not in Lloyd, I guess. 

And then, because I had made up my mind to do it, I put that trowel and some gloves in my pocket and walked down to where the roses bloom. 
Y'all- it is so hot already. And it's affecting both me and Mr. Moon more every year. He said to me this morning, "What are we going to do this summer?" 
"Stay inside, I guess," I said. 
Neither one of us is really a stay-inside sort of person. There's the garden and he always has projects like working on cars that are done outside or in the garage which is definitely not air-conditioned. And of course working in the yard is part of my life, as is taking walks but in this heat and humidity, I simply cannot do those things. I keep thinking about all the Floridians who get second houses in the North Georgia mountains or in North Carolina and I totally understand it now. A little cabin on a creek situated under a broad canopy of trees in a cool mountain valley sounds like heaven right now. Except for how I feel about mountains which is not that positive. 

It's about time for us to start making our semi-regular trips to the Wacissa. Nothing else in this world can cool us off like the water in a spring-fed river. 

But. Back to the rose. 
So I discovered that I know nothing about roses. Well, I was already aware of that but now I'm even more sure. That rose I found is a sucker rose which means that the plant sends out thick root-like things from which other plants grow. So when you dig up one of the plants, you have to try and get the ones that have rooted. But they're still going to have the long, long suckers. I should have taken my clippers too. 

Live and learn.
But I dug up three different plants and brought them home, soaked with sweat and completely red-faced.
Realizing that I had no idea how to propagate a sucker rose, I asked Google about the subject, which told me to watch a little video, which I did. I liked it because it was short and sweet and got right to the point. I felt confident after watching it and also, slightly hysterical because of what the closed captions said at the end of it. Let me show you.

"So if you have any further questions on suffering, please leave them below the video."

I have so many questions on suffering, mainly, why do I feel such a deep need to do it?"

I left no comments. 
But I did go to the GDDG and buy some potting soil because we are all out, as well as some half-and-half to make squash soup with tonight. 

I came home and did my best to follow the directions from the video. Here we are. 

Two of those three plants have roots already. I think they will do well. We shall see about the third. 
After I did that, I watered all the porch plants and threw out some more zinnia seeds in the kitchen garden bed and watered those in as best I could. 

And then I did a thing that I've been wanting and needing to do for awhile which, again, for one reason or another was causing me some anxiety although this was not a really bad kind but more of a slight feeling of oh, please, I want to get this right. But I did it. 

Here are the tops of the suckers I cut off the roses today. I might try to root them too but for now, I am just enjoying them as they are. 

Thank you all for encouraging me to go get those plants. If I get served with a warrant for theft, I will not cite any of you as co-conspirators in my crime. 
I promise. 

Love...Ms. Moon