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January 9, 2006 RIP Rose 
In one of the wicca books I'm working through (glacially), The Twelve Wild Swans, the authors recommend keeping fresh roses around to remind you visually of your intentions. "How wasteful!" I thought. "And expensive. I should just get a potted rose plant and do that instead."
In my university days, I had a green thumb for houseplants. Somewhere along the way, it turned black and fell off. I think I have some homework to do before I bring another rose bush home, only to have it petrify before my very eyes. In my defence, it took six or seven months to get to this point. Actually, that doesn't sound much better, does it? Poor Rose. I'm so sorry. Posted by Andrea at January 9, 2006 9:37 AM under Witch EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Trackback Pings TrackBack URL for this entry: Comments My mini-rose bushes always die from mites. I try everything, but I kill them. Same for ferns and other nice good-to-have-around green plants. Which plants can I maintain? Crown of Thorns. Cacti. Mother in Law's Tongue. Get the picture? Spiny, thorny plants with irritating sap. That's my bag, baby. Posted by: Marla at January 9, 2006 4:24 PM
I used to be really good with violets. Now I'm scared to try 'em. Posted by: Andrea at January 10, 2006 8:28 PM
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