A white bucket full of aging rose blossoms. There are gold, reds and pinks colors.

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   Norcal Gma 2 (norcalgma2@sfba.social)'s status on Monday, 17-Jun-2024 03:32:21 JST Norcal Gma 2

   Summer and I tiptoed outside to the garden while my husband napped in his recliner.
   I wanted to clean up the roses and revel in the new growth and buds. We seem to be doing something right this year. Summer deserves most of the credit for keeping the deer at bay.
   My husband especially loves sitting among the roses. Yesterday, he counted the blossoms on our peach color climbing rose and was excited to report there were thirteen in perfect full bloom.
   Every time I deadhead his roses, he suspects I might be doing harm, but I explain that I have been caring for roses the same way for over 50 years. Not that the number of years means I'm doing it right. But I pointed out that they look happy and that under many of the browning blossoms is a new bud waiting for it's turn in the sun.
   My bucket of petals, on the way to our green waste pile, is almost too pretty to let go.
   Good morning, Mastodon.
   #Gardening