Growing up on Melville Avenue in Fairfield, Connecticut, my best friend Suzy lived right across the street. Our houses were of a 1920’s vintage, and as was custom of that era, both yards were taken up by gardens.
Suzy’s mom, Mrs. Bona, was a very talented painter, who also had an amazing green thumb. The earth was her canvas, the plants her paint. Her flower beds were a natural extension of her brushes.
Mrs. Bona grew the most gorgeous, healthy roses. One day I asked her what her secret was, and she said that it was simple – roses do not like getting their leaves wet!
So, to this day, other than the rain, I only water my rose gardens when absolutely necessary, and only at the base of the shrubs. It worked for Mrs. Bona, and it surely works for me.