Finally, my Juicy Terrazza and Miranda are looking fabulous this round—like they’re ready for a glamorous garden photoshoot!
Last time? The blooms came out looking like they fought a gang of thrips… and lost.
But honestly, I’m just so happy to see our beloved roses—even if they’re not perfect like the catalogue ones. It’s the joy they bring that keeps me sane.
I suddenly switched from part-time to full-time Mami mode since Covid-19 , and without my roses, I don’t think I’d survive.
They’re not just plants—they’re my therapy, my me-time, and my excuse to escape laundry duty.
