To this...
And from this...
To this...
Before we moved in to this house, the previous owners had given blood, sweat, and tears to create this beautiful yard full of roses. It's like a sanctuary in the desert. I fed them and trimmed them and had flowers in the house all summer long. I don't know how to take care of roses, truly. Like we do with most things, I learn as I go, mickey mouse my way through. The last couple of years I knew I had to prune these beauties in the fall but I was afraid to prune them too much.
Well, this past summer the rose bushes were HUGE, but gangly, and a mess of entangled branches. Yes, they still produced gobs of roses but the plants looked stressed. So we decided to have a professional come in this year and cut them back. When I saw just how far he had cut them my jaw dropped, but what do I know.
I'm choosing to trust that he knew what he was doing and that we'll, once again, have a beautiful garden come spring.
3 comments:
Gosh - that is trust. I'm one of those folk who can never quite bring himself to do more than snip a few inches off. The straggly bushes that result tell me I should do more. But, oh, the courage needed to really attack... I just don't have it.
Keep us posted about the roses coming back. That is VERY drastic.
That's scary. I don't grow roses anymore because I could never bring myself to prune them, and then they got way too woody.
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