Since the weather turned cooler a month ago, I have been spending one morning every weekend clearing vines and digging up tree seedlings that have sprouted in the flower beds. Today I also pruned the Mermaid rose on the trellis in the paisley bed out back and dug up the Cherokee rose out front. There is another Cherokee out back which I will deal with another time. It needs a big space, like the Mermaid, and an arch. The one I planted out front was in too cramped a space, without enough room for an adequate trellis. The Cherokee and the Mermaid were both gifts from a neighbor, and I think the leaves of the Cherokee are the prettiest rose foliage I have ever seen.
No rose without a thorn, the saying goes, but I have several roses without thorns. A sport of Cecile Bruner, Duchess de Brabante, St. David Bermuda mystery rose, Louie Phillippe, Mutabilis. These are the ones the deer eats when she comes around. If she would just munch on the Cherokee and the Mermaid, that would be helpful, but she doesn't.
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