Sunday, March 25, 2012
The roses have given me so much pleasure in the past few months. The bushes in this garden are old, gnarled and woody. Our house has been rented out for fifteen years or so which probably means 15 years of neglect from tenants. Or more fairly, mistreatment by well-meaning but brown-fingered tenants like me.
I wasn't expecting much from the old dears but have been given a lot. A little dead-heading, not a lot of water and a lot of lovely soft pink blooms. Thank you summer.