A few brave roses somehow survived frost, hail, and cold and were still attempting to put on a show on a foggy Friday. Such is gardening in Northern California.
But the arrival of crocuses and narcissus signal – it’s time for the roses to go.
Our gardeners are like ninjas; rarely seen – but they leave a trail of weeded and dead-headed beds behind as evidence of their stealth powers. Once a year, I am able to wrangle them together for our annual rose pruning day.
Ina and Dee cheated and snuck in a little early – graciously lightening our load a bit.
I think Ina was afraid that if she did not tackle the iceberg roses personally, we would see a repeat of this summer photo.
Still, with nearly 100 roses, the advance team was appreciated. There was plenty left to tackle. Arriving early on Saturday, we managed to complete all by mid afternoon, despite the impossible distraction of puppies in the yard next door!
And thanks to our ninja hauler – not a trace of clippings was left behind.
Wrangling the group for a photo is a whole different challenge. I have yet to capture the illusive Dee on camera, but the rest of them did not escape my lens – and that includes Nala, our gardening companion for the day.
Thank you gracious gardeners, for another successful prune day. Spring cannot be far away!