I have finished with covering the roses up North; by the grace of God, a neighbor, or less than one-half mile away a dude with oak trees always bags his leaves and there were 16, enough to cover the North rose bed.
I buried the roses up North this year as that generally increases survival rate, although I put a garden fabric over them as it makes clean-up in spring; right now I am at home, in the library, and one reason I used the fabric up there was I want to use the old car cover down here on the new roses (4 of which already went to the big rose garden in the sky) as it works far better than fabric.
I should have started with them today but I went to get my ankle worked on this morning and am just plain too damn lazy, though now I will be raking the yard, mowing, burying and covering roses in colder weather.
I have had worse as that is how real men do things, girly men wait for warm weather.