I recently moved into a new house in DC. The previous owner was an avid gardener and a thick wall of roses encircles our back patio. Since it's been such a balmy winter, the roses keep trying to bloom. The hard part is knowing what to do with them. Cut them back? Or let them bloom? I think the general rule is to cut them back in the fall so they have a nice long rest through the winter. But what if they keep growing and forcing out buds?
The really bizarre part about all of this is that in my Irish romance, The Selkie Spell, the heroine moves into a cliff-cottage where winter roses grow so tall they try to push their way in through the windows at night. Perhaps life really does imitate art?
It's strange getting to know someone else's garden. Trying to figure out what each plant wants and how to care for it. I'm used to starting from scratch with soil, seeds, sun and water. But this time I'm working from someone else's vision. And I need to find a way to make it my own.
What about you? Have you ever moved into a home or inherited a garden from someone else? How did you make it your own?