Roses!

The threat to shovel prune seems to have scared the rose into blooming.

Either that or it was the fertilizer and compost.

It’s a typical wild rose:  Single (that is, five petaled) blooms, and an incredible fragrance.  Oh, and thorns.  Lots and lots of thorns.

The thorns make it good for birds to hide in, though.  In addition to the adolescent robin above, I’ve seen a few nuthatches hide in there, and at least once a flycatcher.

Now that I’m going to keep it, I need to do something about the powdery mildew, the caterpillars eating the leaves, and the other unidentified insects that are playing havoc with it.

No aphids yet, but I’d bet that’s the next plague to strike.

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