I just got a ton of roses off our 3 plants in the backyard. They make for a lovely tablesetting, don’t you think? The deep red are Ingrid Bergman and the pink/cream ones are Lady Diana. I love how well they both grow without me doing a damn thing.
Except. The fricking earwigs who have set up little bug condos in my roses. Those things scare the ever living poop out of me. And they are fugly. And crawly. And icky. Can you tell I’m not a bug person?
But I am defintely a rose person.