If you look real close you can see my first rose bud of the year. And it is especially wonderful because this poor helpless rose had been ripped out of the ground.. crudely I may add..to be replaced with sod. This was in my daughter's neighborhood last fall..late fall. My daughter begged me to come over and go on a plant rescue with her....I am proud to tell you that 80% of what we dragged home from the killer woman's house has made it through the winter.
Ah my daughter...a chip off the old block!