


To save repetition, ALL Moss Roses, offered herein, are unequalled 
in any class, for their robust constitution and hardiness in severe temp- 
eratures. All are distinctively sweet-smelling. There is some variation 
in their habits, but generally, they tend to grow many canes from the 
base, which, if uncontrolled, reach almost climbing proportions. 
They will fill as much or little space as their owner desires, for a 
year’s growth of any rose may be removed by a few snips of the prun- 
ing shears. We have seen no conditions under which Moss roses will 
not bloom, and any retailer who tells you otherwise, is either ignorant, 
does not have any, or “‘lies in his teeth,” if you will pardon us a touch 
of vehemence. Moss roses, however, thrive on neglect (but not 
abuse), and too much food and water forces them into growth 
instead of bloom. Don’t coddle them. By cutting back the vigorous 
growing canes, immediately following the bloom period in spring, 
the Moss is encouraged to “bush out” and produce much more flower- 
bearing wood for the next season, also makes a more symmetrical 
plant withal. 
Another successful method of forcing heavy bloom is to “peg down” 
the long canes to the ground, in near horizontal position .. . a piece of 8- 
gauge wire, bent to a hooked end, length as needed, does the trick nicely. 
They will then break into future flower growth all along the new canes. 
Yes, it takes more ground space, and 4 feet apart is close enough planting 
when you are “pegging.” Mighty good idea... try it! 
So—just set them in good but untreated soil, give them a loving pat, 
and pass them by when feeding your hybrid teas, spraying, dusting, and 
fussing, for secretly they are laughing at their delicate, blue-blooded cousins 
who require so much more attention. 
© arieties 
Blanche Moreau. White Moss. (1880.) The best known of all the White 
Mosses; blooms in clusters on long stems; well mossed buds open to double, sweet- 
smelling flowers of purest white. 1.50 
Comtesse de Murinais. (1843.) We hasten to discard our dull descrip- 
tion for the fresh words of Neville Miller, Pennsylvania—"U pright bush, well clothed 
in green leaves and crowned by a succession of lovely roses, which open pale pink 
then change to a crystalline shining white, like the icing on a cake. The flowers have 
perfect form and a fine Moss-rose odor.” 175 
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