Friday, November 5, 2010

Any last words?

A set of loppers in hand, I set my sight on the condemned.



Laid out, East to West, I mourn the blooms that never came.



It's a lovely arrangement. In a few weeks, roots will form below the waterline.



I've got a certain Confederate Rose that needs attention too. It's 43 degrees.

2 comments:

FlowerLady said...

43, Brrr. It's supposed to get down to 48 here tonight and feel like it's 39, that will be cold for us.

I can see the roots forming on your sticks. It is always a wonder to behold.

Have a great weekend Tom.

FlowerLady

Darla said...

I'm taking cuttings and gathering some more seeds this afternoon myself.