While cleaning up I found a package of rose seeds extracted from rose hips that dad's found at the San Jose Heritage Rose Garden. He has no idea what roses they came from. I have no idea what roses they came from. In most cases the seeds will not be true to the parent anyway, but I do have the seeds. I'm thinking I might try to germinate them spring quarter (takes about four to five weeks) and grow whatever germinates out, just to see what I get. Of course this means ziplocked-bag-in-the-fridge and so on (rose seeds need to be stratified), but I have the seeds, so why not, right?
My flatmates have put up with bunches of dried plants in the apartment already, oh the joys of living with a plant person...
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