I told you I adopted 24 of the saddest rose bushes you ever saw. They should in rose hospice… As soon as I figure out how to get it done, I’ll replace them with modern cultivars that don’t require a ton of chemicals every other week. I don’t think these roses have been fertilized or sprayed in years.
Lovely weather. I am ignoring all things political this weekend. I can only tolerate so much at my advanced age. But, if truth be known, I am not THAT much older than The Trumpkin.
No jello in the house today. But, I did sneak up on a rabbit.
and a bee…
