My Version of Urban Gardening

This planter I bought at auction sparked something in me...

The planter is crudely holding the potted cutting of Shropshire lad.

I live in a permanent mental state of flux.
It was only 7 years ago ( before the iPad) that I finally got my first magazine subscription which was crazy BC I've been a magazine fiend since I was single digit age.
I got married the same year too.
Psychoanalyze that.

So while I liked flowers as much as the next person, I couldn't put down my literal and figurative roots.

I always thought I'd move again which I did on a biannual basis like when I was single.
Marriage has brought a certain static energy to my life which was probably needed but I got an extra dose because I'm married to a Taurus.

Most of my plants I have in front of my house has been jettisoned by moving neighbors or gifted.

My jumbled up stream of consciousness compilation of pot plants as of last summer.

So even though we built the second floor I left the terrace bare with the exception of a lemon tree. 

Oh we will sell anyway soon one day I thought, maybe this year or next year -
testing the theory of time and space.

But I just realized it's been almost 3 years since we did the building work and not doing something because I just might do something else didn't make any sense at all.

So I went through the Royal Horticultural Society plant catalogue for some hydrangeas and herbs and David Austin for his roses using my RHS membership discount.

We had to go to the gardening center three times because we miscalculated soil requirements. 

I was so confused with which plant goes in which pot.

I don't have a garden so I can't just dig in anywhere.

I unpacked in the rear courtyard as I have never ordered plants online before making a mess which LSH wasn't too pleased with.

I hope I have a thriving relationship with these roses.
 I have a great relationship with my yellow roses. 

But my relations with this red rose is a bit more tempestuous. 

The said defendant.

It didn't bloom for three years in a row then in the spirit of talking to plants as told to me by my grandmother who was a huge believer in this practice, I had a very stern talk with the rose and basically did a botanical house of cards ultimatum on it. 

I threatened to kill it even if it didn't perform.
 I explained it was taking up prime real estate in my few planters available and I was having no dissent on my watch.
You're in or you're out.

As if on cue, it bloomed that year.

But it's been stubborn again the past two years.
Of course, science will tell you that I haven't spoken to it in those very two years.
I think this rose takes the stick approach rather than the carrot sadly.

Must be a rep from the rose union or something.

I am still not done re-potting and will update you over the year but then in the world of gardens, 
are you ever done?