Every fall (October 22, it is) I bury my roses (now that I know better.) Then on April 22 (or thereabouts) they come up. I have help, from a surgeon, burying them, but I brought them up myself this year. It is frightening, trying to change the direction of the bush from horizontal to vertical. I think one limb is damaged, but most of the five are going to make it.
This one couldn't even wait. Small leaves were curling out of crevices in the ground.
Posted by Michelle at 10:03 PM