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Just a couple of quick questions, What is meant when people say they bought a rose as a "band" and what exactly do people mean when they say they are "rustlers"?
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#1 of 7 posted
18 JAN 17 by
 Jay-Jay
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They steal cattle! ;-{)
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In this case "rustled" roses are usually heritage or unidentified varieties propagated from abandoned homes, grave sites and the like.
rustled = collected
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A "band' is a deep square pot used for propagation, usually black in color. They are generally small and less expensive to ship than other sizes.
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Ah ha, that's cleared that up thank you. I've "rustled" roses from all sorts of places and once stole a sheep, so I've added rustler to my account.
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#5 of 7 posted
18 JAN 17 by
Jay-Jay
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I thought they meant Guns 'n Roses with the Band.
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#7 of 7 posted
11 days ago by
Looopy
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Does the term "band" come from "bandbox", do you suppose?
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Does anyone know if I can get a rose called Alba Garcia in the UK please.
Thanks
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Is it necessary to top the wilted blooms from a Papa Meiland climber in order to insure another blooming spell?
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People who have struggled with Google Translate and Babelfish may appreciate the foresight of this poem. I can recognise a lot of French in it, but don't know enough of other languages to see if there are references to them.
THE PARTERRE by E H Palmer, 1840-1882, polyglot and Orientalist.
I don’t know any greatest treat
As sit him in a gay parterre
And sniff one up the perfume sweet
Of every roses buttoning there.
It only want my charming miss
Who make to blush the self red rose;
Oh! I have envy of to kiss
The end’s tip of her splendid nose.
Oh! I have envy of to be
What grass ‘neath her pantoffle push
And too much happy seemeth me
The margaret which her vestige crush.
But I will meet her nose at nose,
And take occasion for her hairs,
And indicate her all my woes,
That she in fine agree my prayers.
THE ENVOY
I don’t know any greatest treat
As sit him in a gay parterre,
With Madame who is too more sweet
Than every roses buttoning there.
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