The Roses Are Front and Center

These rose bushes were the only sign of garden life when I moved here; each branch making its own bouquet.


No one had ever thought to prune them and I feel like George of the Jungle when I hack away at them in the spring.



The windows on the back fence do a fine job. This is the pay-off, right now when they are blooming their little hearts out.



Just don't mention the word, "dead heading" to me.