A week later, two more Peggy Martin roses arrived. Ecstatic but a bit perplexed and wondering where I was going to put four climbing roses, I called the company again. A second accident, no worries and no charges. By this point I was beginning to wonder if two roses would be arriving every week. Two of the Peggy's went to a friend and two went into a new garden bed I dug just for them. The company must have fixed the error because the deliveries stopped (unfortunately!). But a section of grass that I had been dreaming about ripping up to expand my garden now holds a new sunny, moist bed full of perennials shaded out by the ever expanding canopy of oak and ash trees in my garden. The only cost was compost and mulch.
I'm thankful for happy accidents and the humor and joy they can bring!