I've been worried about my rose bush. Not that I know jack--er--poop about roses.
Several years ago, Frank and I vacationed in Bar Harbor, Maine. Along the public walking trail (which rims the shore) were these huge, old-fashioned roses. I mentioned how much I liked them and Frank, ever thoughtful, bought me a little pink beauty.
I've been pleased with this little bush for the past 3-4 years, but Frank wasn't sure it made it through this year's harsh…Continue
Added by Lorna Barrett on April 25, 2007 at 12:43am — No Comments