I first posted this story about an overgrown, nameless rose 2 years ago.
Since it is time in areas with warm winter climates, to prune back your roses, I thought you would enjoy this story as much as I do 🙂
This poor rose had not been fertilized, deadheaded or pruned for a few years. Personally, I think it looks fantastic considering the lack of care it has received. The residents of Double S Farms, (my mother, sister and her family), had only recently moved to the farm, so this rose had been neglected by the previous owners.
I had no idea what variety this rose was. I was pretty sure that it was a shrub rose and it had a lot of old, unproductive growth that needed to be removed. When finished, it would be rejuvenated and ready for the beginning of it’s new life with it’s new homeowners.
So I got started….
Now all I had left to do was to remove all leaves remaining on the roses and clean up any leaves lying around the area surrounding the roses. I do this because the leaves can harbor fungal diseases that will reinfect the new rose leaves.
And the flowers were so beautiful and fragrant…
It never ceases to amaze me how pruning, done the right way, can bring new life to an old, neglected rose bush.
Do you have a birdhouse in your garden? Is it decorative or do have there ever been birds taking up residence inside?
This is a story about the birdhouses on the family farm, including one that has an unusual function.
Double S Farms is five minutes down the road from our house and is where my youngest sister and her family live along with my mother.
Are they decorative or have you had birds set up house in any of them?
This past Memorial Day, my mother had the entire family (minus my daughter, Rachele, who is in the Navy) over for brunch to celebrate the beginning of summer.
As we drove up to the farm, we were greeted by the following sight…
Some of you may remember my “Goodbye to a Special Friend” post back in May, when we all said “goodbye” to my father’s dog, Addy.
She had lived a long life and was happy living on Double S Farms, where my mom, sister and her family live.
Now, there is a new resident living at Double S Farms….
You might notice that he is missing a leg, but as you can see…that doesn’t slow him down 🙂
Last week, our family said “goodbye” to a longtime member of our family.
Some of you may remember ‘Addy’ from my posts about the residents of Double S Farms.
She was originally my dad’s dog. He just loved her. Addy came from the local animal shelter in California. I remember my dad sending me a letter telling me all about her. He couldn’t wait for us to meet her.
Addy moved out to Arizona when my parents relocated and we enjoyed seeing her much more often. Back in California, she was obsessed with cats. She would stalk them. Once the cat passed away, Addy would stalk the squirrels that would dare to venture into her backyard.
When my dad died suddenly 5 years ago, Addy became my mother’s faithful companion. When my mom moved to Double S Farms with my youngest sister and her family – Addy happily took up residence as well. She loved the large area for exploring. Her obsession moved from squirrels to gophers, which she did her best to try to catch.
We all had noticed Addy slowing down lately and having difficulty walking. We knew she did not have long left to live. Last week, Addy passed away.
My 5-year old nephew, Finley, said that Addy is now in heaven playing with my dad and chasing cats, squirrels, etc. I like that vision and I will hold onto it.
Below, is a post I wrote about Addy last summer about her unlikely friendship with three chickens.
I hope you enjoy it:
“A Dog’s Best Friend Is a Chicken?”
Okay, let me be more specific – 3 chickens.
|Lucy, Effie and Flo|
mother’s dog, Addy, is a very sweet Australian cattle dog mix. My
parents adopted her from the animal shelter back in 2001, when she was 3
years old. My dad just loved Addy.
we adopted our son, Kai, from China we spent a few days at my parent’s
house, who were living in California at the time. Addy was the first
dog that Kai had ever met.
is a ‘herding’ dog by nature. The first object of her herding instinct
was my parent’s black cat. Addy was obsessed by her and would spend
all of her time keeping track of the cat.
the cat died (from old age), Addy transferred her attentions to the
squirrels in my parent’s backyard. I don’t think she was ever
successful in actually catching one though.
my parents moved to Arizona and my dad’s death, my mother along with my
sister and her family moved to a small farm, which they call Double S Farms. Addy was in heaven with a huge backyard and plenty of gophers to go after.
was Addy and my sister’s 3 pet chickens. Now, I knew that Addy got
along with the chickens, but I didn’t know that the chickens just loved
being around her.
to my sister, the chickens just love to hang out with Addy, even when
she is sleeping outside. They just settle in around her.
she isn’t going anywhere soon…. except to run inside to escape the
coming thunderstorm, along with her feathered best friends.
Thank you for letting me share the story of ‘Addy’ with you.
Tomorrow, I will be leaving on the first leg of our road trip. Since I plan on blogging from the road, I’d love it if you would like to follow along 🙂
During our weekly gathering at my mother’s house at Double S Farms, we enjoyed the cool evening outdoors and watched the kids playing.
|My mother, my sister and my brother-in-law.|
|Oliver, Sofie and my son, Kai.|
I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful Easter day.
Our family gathered at Double S Farms, which is where my mother, sister and her family reside.
We had delicious lasagna (courtesy of Costco), herb corn, artisan bread, salad and of course, dessert. I love to make dessert, so I brought over a Lemon Trifle (made with crushed lemon sandwich cookies, lemon pudding, cream cheese, sugar and whipped topping). I also made Easter nests filled with M&M’s (the nests were made from rice krispy treats and formed into a cupcake liner).
I had a great time with my mom, sisters, brother, kids, nieces and nephews. We also spent the day with my cousin and her family.
Here is part of our day in pictures:
|The men in the family typically hide the Easter eggs.|
|My husband puts out some eggs that will be easy to find for the younger kids.|
|My sister, Jennifer, is in charge of the hunt and checks to see where the eggs are being hid.|
|I love my sister. We are only 16 months apart in age and she just moved down the street from us!|
|The peach trees make a great hiding place, as my brother-in-law discovered.|
|A peek over the backyard fence shows my mother’s two vegetable gardens.|
|For some reason, the women joined in hiding the Easter eggs this year. Maybe the guys were taking too long? The kids were having a hard time being patient.|
|Some of the hiding places were pretty ingenious.|
|The plum tree also makes a great hiding place.|
|My other brother-in-law decided to make it hard for the older kids.|
|My sisters, Jennifer and Grace. Grace is a great photographer and blogs at FinleyandOliver.com|
|My cousin, Laurena, and her family came. Laurena and I grew up together in California. She lived only 1 hour away when we were kids. Now, we only live about 40 minutes apart in AZ.|
|A rose bush also makes a great hiding place. This is the rose that I pruned back heavily a few years ago and blogged about it in “A Neglected, Overgrown Rose”|
|My sisters and I|
|Now the kids finally get to come and start the Easter egg hunt. My nephews, Finley and Oliver are among the first out the door.|
|My mother, my son-in-law, daughter and granddaughter. Next year, she will be old enough to participate in the hunt.|
|Some of the eggs were really hidden high up. But that didn’t stop my cousin’s son.|
|Sometimes when you run very fast to find eggs; you fall – as my son Kai discovered.|
|Lily wouldn’t look up for the picture because she was interested in her egg.|
|My nephew, Finley, found a lot of eggs.|
|Linnea and Camille are my cousin’s twin daughters.|
|One of the last eggs, was found high up in the plum tree.|
|My mother, my son-in-law and my granddaughter, Lily.|
|Isn’t she simply darling?|
|My twin nephews also were ready to enjoy the Easter egg hunt. This is Danny – doesn’t he look ‘spiffy’ in his Easter vest?|
|Here is the other twin, Dean. He preferred to sit and enjoy his eggs.|
|It is so fun to see the older cousins take care of their younger cousins.|
|Cousins, Danny and Oliver, checking out what is in their eggs.|
Living close to Double S Farms, my mother’s residence, means that we get to enjoy some of the bounty from her large lemon tree.
|My nephew, Oliver, helping with the lemon harvest.|