My mother’s love of Flowers

Roses grow wild in parts of Ethiopia, especially around 8000 ft (altitude)

We grew roses at Mulu, and I especially remember a pink rose there that we called La France.

My mother, Christine had no background in horticulture but she would have learned that if you cut a 12-inch long shoot, and planted it in good, well-drained soil, new shoots would sprout from cuttings, once planted in good soil. The gardens in Addis Ababa, embassies and even the gardens of friends.

So, she started a business selling plants of many varieties.

People would come out to Mulu from Addis Ababa to see what plants were available at that time or put in an order for when these plants were available.

Sanbatta, was one of the gardeners involved, and he had (green fingers) so he was largely responsible for all the plants we grew at Mulu.

I have tried to take cuttings here in Hemyock under fleece but not at all successfully so far, but I live in hope, that I might eventually take cuttings of what I want to propagate and be successful at doing so.

The climate is not as regular as it was at Mulu and it can get very cold.  So, unless I can have a propagation/greenhouse I fear I shall not be able to propagate and be successful at doing so. I do not think a fleece will be warm enough.