I received three bare-root roses in the mail today -- The Poet's Wife, Summer Nights, and a grafted replacement for my own-root Caribbean Breeze, which has either disappeared or may as well have disappeared because I can't see it. I'm eager to plant them, but the denim protecting my legs has made my arms feel terribly vulnerable, so I'm going to put on my impenetrable Burberry trench coat before I start. That means I'll be planting them late in the evening. It's far too hot to go out in overalls and a trench coat in the afternoon.
