Roses are white, violets are…well, violet. Duh.
Somewhere under all those roses is a garage, and the roof of that garage will surely cave in some day if we don’t cut it back. But then it does this, once a year, and we can’t bear to give it the chop.
It’s a rambling rector, though I would take issue with the description at the link. I never noticed that ours is highly fragranced OR that it produces masses of hips in the Fall. It’s a hell of a sight, though.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
August 4, 2017 — 8:43 pm
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