I'm learning that roses are sneaky things. They must have a sixth sense when you are thinking about cutting them out and jump into survival mode accordingly.
In the back reaches of what used to be garden at Struan Farm we have a wild area. I've decided to try to keep it from getting entirely overgrown, but it's not really meant to be part of the tended garden. That being said, there are trees, shrubs and plants that are interesting and should/will be looked after if time permits.
A particular thorny, huge old rosebush would not have been one of them previously in my book. Its long, thorny arms reach up into trees and scratch out at innocent passersby. Last winter I took to it in a spirit of retaliation and severely chopped it back. During our last tour of this part of the garden, John and I were thinking about removing the rickety old trellis along with the rose itself. (John is not a fan of roses.)
But then this is what happened:
Cunning, isn't it? It's saved itself by bursting into such a profusion of lovely blooms there is no way I'll cut it out now. Do you think I'm a sucker?
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