Soar-Dream-France: Wendy's Rose

Throughout the years of here, there have been various garden struggles. During those years when I was back and forth between here and the states, I always lost a rose or two when the garden was being cut. This pink climbing rose seemed to get whacked every year and had to constantly start over. It did well this year, but now that the terrace is overgrown it isn't getting the light it needs.

Earlier this week, I rescued it and am hoping to coax it along to grow the way I remember it the first time I saw it growing in the barrel on Wendy's terrace in Tour de Faure.

Back in 2004/2005, I was inheriting a lot of household items and furniture from Wendy since they had sold their place in Tour de Faure. It was a very bittersweet time for me.

I often say I found myself and my very soul sitting on Wendy's terrace, watching the morning mist rise over St. Cirq Lapopie.

Wendy is a "just one" of mine. If I had not met Wendy, I would not have this life.

On one of the trips over to scoop some items with my friends Joan and Sue, Joan saw the rose and fell in love. She suggested that we take a cutting or two.

She had some special garden stuff that would encourage the cuttings to grow! I was skeptical, but it worked. What a sight we were...pink rose cuttings in hand and a huge black leather sofa standing up on its side in the back of Sue's convertible all the way back to Cadrieu!

I'll never forget our escapades that day, top down and singing Lynard Skinner's "Sweet Home Alabama" at the top of our lugs on the way there and hanging on to that sofa for dear life on the way home.

Today, I think of Wendy every time I see her rose, and of Wendy, Joan and Sue when I look at the sofa that made it back to the Chatette AND survived the fire of 2017!