tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post1954104704025201000..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: PLANTING ROSES, FINDING CLAYRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-44726825754851296462012-03-13T15:41:42.218-04:002012-03-13T15:41:42.218-04:00The only clay memories I have are of falling down ...The only clay memories I have are of falling down in the red, mucky clay found in parts of the south. I was a priss, and I didn't like messing up my outfits.Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10535622044396271722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-47889323779281724562012-03-01T23:40:20.170-05:002012-03-01T23:40:20.170-05:00Country kids have the MOST fun! Hmmm...maybe I ne...Country kids have the MOST fun! Hmmm...maybe I need a load of clay? I have a climber that shoots huge stalks over the little porch over the side door. Big bare stalks at the bottom and maybe 3 blooms all season long. And I have two of those miracle roses that everyone has (can't remember the real name) - they bloom like crazy all season long and you hardly have to plant them. Not mine. A few measley little blooms and then nothing. I am garden-challenged.Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-25229281227672389672012-03-01T14:29:46.486-05:002012-03-01T14:29:46.486-05:00Funny about your clay story Rachel. I know for a f...Funny about your clay story Rachel. I know for a fact it was a great source of fun for all who played with it as the years went by.<br /><br />I have a memory much like yours on the farm in MI. When we were 8 on down our father had a trench dug across the back pasture to drain rain water from the field. It wasn't good for our cows to have wet feet all the time. At the bottom of the trench was white clay much like you described. We never removed any of it but we would jump in the trench and run and play on the rubber like clay. It bounced when we jumped on the wonderful stuff. We knew it was clay although no one told us. We were forbidden to get in that ditch so we kept it a secret. I have tried to tell our grandkids this story as they constantly want me to tell stories about the farm. They grew up in Fl. sand. Clay just didn't connect as to how much fun it was. HA!<br /><br />Thanks for the memory.<br />Love, Jeannejeannehttp://backyardneighbor.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-66406663094513082852012-02-29T10:01:10.058-05:002012-02-29T10:01:10.058-05:00What a sweet memory! I can remember discovering t...What a sweet memory! I can remember discovering things in the yard I grew up in and thinking no one else on the planet was as lucky as me! Perhaps it was put there years and years and eons and eons ago just so the youngsters who lived there would find it. I wonder how many other treasures there are in this world that we just don't dig deep enough to find.<br /><br />HOPE YOUR COMING WEEK IS FULL OF ALL SORTS OF WONDERFUL DISCOVERIES!Tonjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08699862913139313405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-5376723027990927182012-02-29T07:54:07.779-05:002012-02-29T07:54:07.779-05:00Loved your story, as always, Rachel.
The subject ...Loved your story, as always, Rachel.<br /><br />The subject of "clay" was very timely. Just yesterday, our landscape guy told us the reason our <i>Lorapetalums</i> look sick is because they are planted in clay. Guess we should have planted <i>roses</i>!Southern Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13451320470435065945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-25591507479001985582012-02-28T14:39:57.950-05:002012-02-28T14:39:57.950-05:00HMMMM, HATTATS! Perhaps if I'd known that yea...HMMMM, HATTATS! Perhaps if I'd known that years ago, we might have had a thriving mine! The women of our area "worked" their rose gardens just like they worked the bean rows and cucumber patches. (And the Dowager Countess Grantham had not a patch on the pride and envy of those Southern Ladies at Garden Show). <br /><br /> Our roses were four-times descendants from the Old Home Place in the Hills, by dint of having been taken from my Great Grandmother's childhood home when she married, a clipping or two from those to the family cemetery, whence Mammaw got the clips which grew into that immense bush by her porch.<br /><br />And the same day, we planted a little row of the same sticks WAY back at the field-line---all of which turned out PINK.<br /><br />PATSY---ALL our acres were solid GUMBO. If it rained hard, you could lose your shoes just going to the mailbox.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-52362628567841171682012-02-28T14:28:07.753-05:002012-02-28T14:28:07.753-05:00Loved the story, that was some adventure having yo...Loved the story, that was some adventure having your own white clay mine. Here we have black clay call gumbo but roses grow well in it.Patsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17862394699499538591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-83111593899498446402012-02-28T12:52:44.516-05:002012-02-28T12:52:44.516-05:00Hello Rachel:
We are certainly not surprised to re...Hello Rachel:<br />We are certainly not surprised to read that the Roses have thrived in the clay. In all our gardening experience we found that Roses simply loved clay even though it would hold the wet and crack when dry. Strange!Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.com