Yesterday morning I decided to get rid of the roses that fence in my back yard. They’re stunning for two or three weeks in the spring, then look like scraggly dead sticks the rest of the year. Besides that, I dug the pond so close to them that it made it hard to get to the electric meter, and if there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s an angry electric meter reader.
Cutting the rose buses out went pretty well. I bundled the clippings as I went so the stupid people at the dump wouldn’t turn me away. Digging up the roots was hard work, but not as hard as I thought. Now I just have to figure out what to replace them with. I’m thinking Upright Yews.
Getting into the dump was not easy. The first time I went, I was turned away and told to come back in an hour. (That happens every other time I go.) When I came back, there was a huge line filled with people who had been told to come back in an hour. Fortunately, I was able to get rid of the rose clippings anyway.
I celebrated my victory with a haircut. I left the top a little longer this time. But I don't think I'll be growing it crazy-long again.