The urge to prune roses has been strong lately. So strong, I'm blaming the beautiful, non-winter weather we're having this year. It's a perfect 60 degrees outside, so I'm in my garden about a month more than normal. December is normally rainy, cold and my garden down time. My garden and I both experience a nice dormant, quiet month or two which emerges into an appreciation and regrowth in January.
This year however, I'm almost tired of my garden. I'm quite sure if it could talk it would say its sick of me touching, spraying and snipping at it too. I think this is part of the problem, I have nothing left to prune except for the roses and the pennisetum! but I must wait until January for the roses and later for the grass. Yea, right. It almost seems like an impossible task, waiting.
Perhaps this is a good time for soul searching and possibly personal change. A little known fact about me (except anyone who knows me or my neighbors). . . I hate doing anything productive inside my house. I should say, we don't live in squalor, but our closets haven't been organized in years and there is always laundry to be done. While it sounds like a great garden distraction, it also sounds like drudgery. I would rather glare at my roses for taunting me, flip off my grass for looking like crap and contemplate what plant to move and where to put it, then to set foot in my house and clean!
So, I will keep my hands busy outside, my eyes from gazing in any rose's direction and wait.
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