GKH Musings

“A rose is a rose is a rose” has been quoted because Gertrude Stein composed it into her 1913 poem “Sacred Emily.” The sentence could be construed (and continues to be ) in a large number of ways much how an individual can research the…

I don’t now grow roses. I reside in deer country, and that I don’t have a tall fencing since I really like seeing the deer roam through my lawn (and needless to say, trimming my yard on their way throughout ).  I’ve discovered,…

Roses and that I don’t get together. This started at a fairly early age when my sisters and I had been playing a strong game of night label at my aunt’s home. Running in my sister, I tripped in the dark and collapsed in my aunt’s prize…

About 2 decades back, my spouse and I determined that while we adored Western Washington, especially our dwelling at Seattle, the sail times, sheer quantity of individuals, and raising prices supposed it was time to relocate. Since a…

I don’t grow roses and it’s not because I don’t like them. I adore roses. I love their odor and the pretty blossoms, however there are a couple of great reasons I prevent them in my garden, for today. One day that I might try a little…

When in regards to roses, lots of anglers love them or hate them. Prone to illness and coated with sharp, spiky thorns, I can certainly understand why some flower manufacturers prevent this plant in any way costs. Still, the crops…

Did you have one of those days where it looked like everybody on your lifetime wanted something out of you? Whether it’s your supervisor, your significant other, your children or even your friends, being the responsible and reliable…

Everyone has a story to share a plant – a private connection with crops or into one, special plant. This is my narrative. Moving into a little house in the hills of French Basque Country altered me. It was jumped to with all these…