Knockout Rose Varieties: Can You Grow Knock Out Roses In Zone 8?
In this post we will talk about Knock Out Roses. We have collected some interesting facts about these beautiful flowers. These are not just any ordinary flowers, they are a type of rose that produces a red flower with white petals and purple center. They grow in zones 7 through 9 (California). There are two types of knockout varieties; the first one is called “double” because it contains both white and pink petals. The second type is called “triple”, which consists of red, orange and yellow petals.
The first time I ever saw a knockout rose was at my grandmother’s house in California. She had them all over her garden. I remember thinking how pretty they were!
When I moved away from home, I never thought about growing them again until recently when someone told me there was a nursery that sold them here in New York City. I decided to give it a try.
I found several different types of knockout roses at various nurseries, but none seemed quite right for me. One day while walking around the city looking for something else to buy, I happened upon a small shop selling knockouts. The owner was very friendly and helpful so I bought three plants and he gave me a free sample of the same color as each other.
That was really nice of him!
I got home and decided to give them each a nice meal followed by a big glass of water. I gave them each the same types and quantities of food and water so that they would each grow at the same rate. To my surprise, only one of the plants actually started to grow!
For five whole days I closely watched it and offered it more food several times a day, but still nothing happened. I was really upset and starting to doubt the owner’s credibility as a nurseryman!
It was at that moment that it finally came time to water the plant, when I noticed that the soil had become very hard. I decided to water it anyway and found a big surprise! The soil had become very soft, but not for long because it had already started to dry out.
The next day it was dry again. I started to understand what was happening, but I wasn’t sure so I decided to try something.
I watered the plant as usual and checked on it several hours later. To my amazement, the soil had become soft again and there were small green roots growing out of the bottom! Over the next few days, the plant grew bigger and stronger until I eventually couldn’t see any more roots at all.
It was time to replant it in a bigger pot with better soil.
After repotting it, I gave it more food and water than usual. I wanted to make sure it continued to grow as fast as it did before. It worked!
My plant had huge thick roots that grew out of the bottom and dense clusters of green leaves on top. All it needed was some sunshine and fresh air! That’s when I decided to take it with me on a walk around the city…
Does Your Rose Have A Soul?
Nowadays I take my plant everywhere with me. It fits right in my backpack next to my books. During the day I make sure to give it food and water in the same proportions that it is used to. I also make sure it gets lots of sun and fresh air. At night when I’m home, I talk to it and always make sure it gets a nice bedtime story before I go to sleep.
Now I know what you’re thinking: “That’s ridiculous! You’re talking to a plant!” But it understands me.
Oh yes, it understands me perfectly. You see, I bought this rose for my sweetheart on our one year anniversary. It was the most beautiful and wonderful gift I could ever give her… but she left me after two.
I try not to think about it too much, but when I do I talk to my rose and it understands me. It knows that I will always care for it and keep it healthy and safe. It knows that there is nothing more important to me than our relationship.
If only women were as easy to understand…
Sometimes I’ll be talking to my rose and I’ll look down at it and realize that it’s a perfectly normal plant. I’ll start to feel a little silly for talking to it but then the petals are so soft and the thorns are so sharp…
and it smells so sweet… and the soft buzzing sound reminds me of… well a rose…
Whispers in the night. Moans in the morning. When you live on the streets, you get used to all kinds of crazy things.
You start to ignore the things that don’t directly threaten you. The things that do… well, those are what really matter.
I remember when I was still young. Just a kid barely out of his teens. I saw a man jogging down the street with his dog.
It was a big husky, probably a sled dog back in its day. But as they jogged by me and the man called out “Beautiful night!” the dog’s eyes flashed red. Not just reflected red, but it was red. The entire eye was crimson.
I didn’t know what to think. I knew that wasn’t right. Dogs don’t have red eyes.
So I followed them. I followed them for miles, all the way into this really wealthy part of downtown. There were cops everywhere and no doubt about it, that was where the man lived. He took the dog inside and I waited.
After about an hour the man came back outside. He had taken off his sweat-shirt and was carrying a bag of trash. He walked right past me without even looking down as he tossed the bag into a nearby can and walked back inside.
I waited for a few more minutes before following him into the building. The interior was really nice. It almost looked like a museum with all the old paintings and fancy woodwork.
There was a display case near the door with some awards in it and I was too far away to read them, but I got the impression that they were all trophies.
I followed the clacking of his shoes across the hardwood floor and down a hallway. I stopped just outside the door to what I imagined was his apartment. The hallways had lots of doors, but I was betting that he lived alone and wouldn’t have to worry about waking anyone up.
I was right. I slipped in through the slightly open door and shut it behind me. The room was dark, but the light from the hallway let me make out most of the features.
I made my way over to a desk near a window and started going through the drawers. I found lots of papers, but they were just boring legal stuff. I did find a wallet though and when I opened it, I saw a bunch of credit cards and $700 in cash. Wow! That was more money than I had ever seen at one time!
I was just about to take the wallet with me when I heard a voice behind me say, “Having fun?”
I turned around and there was the man. Or at least I thought it was the man. The face was the same, but now he had pink eyes! And they were glowing!
I tried to run, but I couldn’t move. It was like the air had turned to cement and was weighing me down.
“You’re not real!” I screamed.
He walked towards me and I could see that his eyes were still the same dark color they had been before. He extended his arm towards me and pointed his finger at my face. As he did so, his skin seemed to turn a sickly shade of grey and his mouth twisted into a cruel grin revealing rows of sharp teeth that stretched back beyond his lips.
He growled, “I’m as real as you want me to be.”
I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. I wanted to run, but my feet had turned to stone. I wanted to die, but I was trapped in my own nightmare…
He moved closer. “You can’t scream…
You can’t move… You can’t run… All you can do is watch…” He brought his face up to mine so that our noses were almost touching and whispered, “Welcome to your nightmare.”
I wanted to look away, but his eyes held me in place. I couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breath.
I waited for his hand to come down and kill me, but instead he did something much worse.
He reached into my chest and ripped out my heart.
I couldn’t even cry out. I could only watch in silence as he squeezed the organ in his hands and tore it apart. Then he lifted it to his mouth and took a bite before tossing the rest of it aside.
“Now you’re free,” he said.
My body crumpled to the floor and all was dark…
I woke up screaming.
I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. It had just been a dream. Just a stupid dream.
I looked around my room and saw that it was still dark outside. I had only been asleep for a couple of hours at most.
I was still scared though. It felt more like a nightmare than just a bad dream. I’d never had such a realistic one before.
I don’t know if it was because of the movie or what, but the man’s face kept replaying itself in my head. His skin was grey and cracked, like dried clay. His teeth were long and razor sharp with blood around them as if he had been eating something raw and bleeding. And his eyes… his eyes were pink and without any emotion behind them, like a cold machine.
I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want to be in the dark with that thing. I didn’t want to be in the dark at all!
I felt like someone had poured cold water over my head. I was suddenly very alert and ready to get out of bed. I looked over at the nightstand and saw that my alarm clock read 3:33 am.
I shouldn’t have looked. Now I can’t get to sleep. That stupid dream has gotten me all worked up.
I need to go do something, but I don’t want to turn on the light and wake my parents.
There’s nothing good on during this time of night. I guess I’ll just play Grand Theft Auto until I feel sleepy again.
I’m such a girl.
I turned on my game system and started to play. After about an hour, I felt myself getting drowsy. I decided to turn in early as it was a school night.
I soon fell asleep as I kept thinking that any moment now I would be waking up and realizing that it had all been a dream.
But it wasn’t.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my Dad coming home and calling my name. “Ben!
Ben, are you here?”
I got up out of bed and walked towards the hallway. “Yeah, I’m here.”
He came and found me. “We were worried about you guys.
Where were you?”
“I went to a friend’s house until late. I just fell asleep in Jake’s room.” I lied.
He looked at me for a moment. “
You feeling alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.
“Because you’re up and about earlier than usual.” He laughed. “Go get ready for school.”
I went to take a shower and got dressed for the day, all the while thinking about that strange dream I had last night… I can’t stop thinking about it!
It was so vivid. I just can’t figure out why a grown man would want to eat children. I don’t get it.
I didn’t even want to go outside this morning. But I had to…
at least while the sun was up. I didn’t want to go through that again. At least not until tonight…
As I headed out of my house and hopped onto my bike, all I could think about was getting home and playing that game again. I was actually starting to get hooked on it. I kept playing until I realized it was time to eat dinner.
After I ate, I went back to my room and continued playing.
I didn’t even notice when my mom came in to tell me it was bedtime. The next thing I knew, it was Saturday morning. I must have really been hooked on that game.
I usually never miss an episode of my favorite TV shows on Saturday.
I was about to go to my friend’s house like I do every Saturday morning, but something stopped me. Somehow, I just didn’t feel like going outside today. I decided to call him and cancel our plans.
“Halo, I’m not feeling too well. I’m not going today.” I told him.
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel good. Maybe another time.”
“Alright then. See ya.”
I hung up the phone and laid down on my bed. I decided to play that game again. I played it all throughout the day until it was time for bed.
Just one more night, then I’ll stop. It’s freaking my mom out and I don’t want to do that. Just one more night…
That night I had the dream again. I was in that alley looking up at that building. I saw that man again.
Only this time he saw me. He yelled at me to get out of the alley. As he came running towards me, I quickly woke up and realized it was all another dream.
I decided not to go back to sleep. Instead, I just turned on my game system and started to play my new favorite game again. I was determined to get far enough to beat the first boss.
It took me about three hours to finally beat it, but I finally did it.
After I was done playing, I looked over at my clock. It was three in the morning. I couldn’t believe that I had been playing all night again.
My eyes were very bleary as I got myself ready for bed.
I swear, tonight is the last night…
Once again, I had the dream. I was in that alley looking up at the old run-down building. But this time, things were different.
A man came walking out of the front door of the building. He was dressed in a black cloak with a hood over his head. His face was completely white.
He started walking towards me, but I tried to run away. I looked for a place to hide, but found no where. I tried to scream and yell for help, but I had no voice. I tried to turn and run the other way, but I was paralyzed with fear. I could only watch as this man came closer…and closer…
He finally reached me and put his hand on my shoulder. He pulled back his hood, revealing a very familiar face. It was me.
Except older and much paler. He said only three words to me before I woke up.
“You belong to me now.”
I woke up in a cold sweat. It was six in the morning, two hours before I normally get up on Saturdays. I immediately hopped out of bed and went over to my game system.
I grabbed the game and looked at it. For some reason, I was thinking about my dream. The man in the black cloak had my face, yet at the same time it didn’t. The eyes were the worst though. They were soulless and empty.
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