After ages of hardwork and trying to plant roses, a successful attempt and a pretty fruitful one, I wake up and see a small dark maroon bud arising from the rose plant I had bought.
Gardening has always been a hobby for a person like me, the results are often not as satisfying as the hardwork I used to put into it...but this time the atmospheric consequences were on my side. By the colour of this little bud peeping through the hues of green leaves, I thought it would die soon but to my surprise, one sunny morning, I wake up to this beautiful rose, fresh as the morning dew. I couldn’t believe my eyes, a rare Black rose had bloomed in my backyard.
From this experimental journey, I learnt the best time to grow roses was in winter, the water had to be in excess due it’s need and the plant didn’t need sun all the time.