My little hollyhocks are starting to bloom!
And the first one is white with a faint pink center. I'm excited, because that wasn't one of the colors that my mom had, yet she gave me the seeds. So there must have been some cross-pollination going on.
I have to keep fighting the kids about not picking it. There's lots of buds coming on, and I know there will be lots of flowers later, but I just can't bear the thought of my first flower getting picked.
I'm somewhat afraid that the gardeners will hack my hollyhocks. They seem to have a vendetta against flowers. They've hacked my rosebush two weeks in a row. You know how often you're supposed to trim rosebushes?
Once a YEAR.
No more roses for me until next spring, now. They keep all the new (read: flower-bearing) growth completely chopped off. I even begged one guy not to chop my rosebush. He skipped over it. And then the next morning at 6 AM, I was awakened to the tell-tale sound of CHOP CHOP CHOP as they hacked my rosebush. Was it the same guy? I will never know.
I'm not bitter. Not a bit.