After posting the last blog showing Sir Wilfrid Laurier Climbing Rose blooming by our back door, I received a most interesting email.

A lady in Ottawa had received one of these roses for her birthday back in 1999.  She moved it to another location in 2004, but it did not survive.  Since that time, she has been trying to obtain another one, checking with nurseries each spring, and finally with a rose authority.  He believes the rose originated in France, and that White Rose changed its name for a marketing stint.  (Renaming roses is a no-no.)  Incidentally, I purchased mine from the White Rose Nursery in Waterloo in 2000.

I was more than happy to take cuttings off of my bush for her.  She will be using root compound, and trying different methods to propagate them.

Each of the stem ends were wrapped in wet paper towel, and then the bunch of them wrapped again in more wet paper towel and secured with an elastic.  They were carefully encased in double plastic bags before inserting them into the shipping tube.

Precious cuttings are on their way to Canada Post, which promised that they would arrive in Ottawa the next day.

By the way, the tube full of Sir Wilfrid Laurier Climbing Rose cuttings will arrive the day before the lady’s 55^th birthday!  If you would like to wish her a joyous birthday, email me, and I’ll forward your greetings to her.

eleanor@mcdonaldart.com

Have you ever seen inspiration growing?

Take a look!

Sir Wilfrid Laurier Climbing Roses blooming by our back door were  photographed  today.  They provided the inspiration for the watercolour you will find under FLORALS.  (The original is still available.)

As mentioned in the write-up about this painting, Sir Wilfrid Laurier, known as “the great conciliator,” became Prime Minister of Canada in 1896, and served for 15 years.

One of the two universities in the twin cities of Kitchener-Waterloo where I live is named after him:  Wilfrid Laurier University, a.k.a. WLU.  

Fabtek operator, Jay Peters, hails from Arthur.  (Wish he had pushed that twig away from his face.)

His twelve years of experience expertly guides the control levers.   He’s a pro!

The picker-upper equipment is agile . . . and certainly doesn’t have rheumatism!

The ‘closed fist’ of the jaws pushes the logs down to avoid wasting space.

Seven logs in one ‘mouthful!’  Yes, Sir!

A word from “Jaws”—-  We‘ve got a full load now, but I might as well hang onto this ‘mouthful’ while we head through the woods to unload our cargo.  Every log counts, you know.

I love my work!  It’s pretty neat knowing that these logs will be sawn up and become useful in the construction industry!  Who knows?  Maybe they will provide wainscotting for your future rec room, knots and all!  That’s what this blogger has in her rec room.