When I think June, I think roses…
Last weekend, my one rosebush had no roses on it yet. I went away overnight (one night) and came home to a mass of roses cascading down the spiny arms. These roses are my most fragrant.
This rosebush was the one good thing the original owners left (beside my three enormous oaks). I would’ve planted it closer to the house, so the heavenly smell could drift in the open windows.
Last year, one of Hubster’s friends drove a small motorcycle through the bush. So it didn’t get pruned after growing season. I wasn’t sure how much damage was done. Glad to see it’s as alive as ever!
What is your favorite treasure the original owners left?