Skiekitty, today I wish my roses were as tall as yours. William Baffin is over 10' tall. His thorns pierce my "rose proof" windbreaker. I am going to have to postpone the Playboy photo shoot -not- because I am covered with scratches. I hate to cut back the main canes of the roses, so I pot them up and cut them only if they die back or wilt. I may just tie them together. I am taking things one day, rose, pot box at a time and hurrying to finish. I keep running out of pots, boxes, etc.
Grumpypants may be right - I have too much stuff, too many plants, etc. It could be worse - some people collect empty vodka bottles.
My neighbor is cursing and hollering at his dog again. He is too dumb, lazy and drunk to put the poor animal on a leash and walk it. He is even worse with his daughters. I will not miss my nightmare neighbors and their junkyard dogs!
Bring on the deer. At least they are quiet and non violent. I have my soap and pepper spray ready. I they really get out of hand, I can thin the herd in season. Actually, I don't think I could shoot an animal unless it was attacking me or Winston the pug, but I have friends who hunt.
When I complain about deer, remind me of my nightmare neighbors...
