It's been cold and foggy every day, we've hardly seen the sun for a week, the drip system is broken, the weeds and the leaves from the deciduous trees are six inches deep everywhere... and still the roses keep going. My mother fussed over her roses like they were infants; my grandmother basically ignored hers and left them to their own devices... both women wound up with spectacular roses that won prizes in local garden shows. Given my own lazy streak, I've chosen to follow Grandma Catharine's path, and, hot dang!... my babies look pretty good too!
Here's Leonidas...
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