Finally, after four years of unremitting effort and aggravation, a dozen seed packets, and three attempts to propagate from wild specimens, I got a flax flower to bloom. Typically when something takes me that much trouble, I quit once I get what I was after, but since flax makes very long taproots, seeds itself readily, and is almost immortal once established, I'm guessing I won't have to worry about it much from now on. So that's one thing that worked out in my flower garden.
Well, technically, it's two: the J.P. Connell rose bloomed all season, never showed any sign of discomfort, and is about two feet tall not. If I can make it survive the winter, it has a bright future, I should think.
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