I pruned our roses yesterday--well, at least about a dozen of them. In our mild climate, I have no idea if I am early or late. It just seemed the right time. We added some mulch and now they seem like they each have little blankets to shelter them until next year.
Amidst the prunings were some perfectly good roses, which I gathered and brought inside and put them in containers. They smell heavenly and old-fashioned. Near my kitchen sink they are homey and comfortable. As it should be.
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