The rose grew well, living up to its reputation. The above photo was taken in June of last year. But, alas, the tree died, as we knew it probably eventually would.
This winter we were faced with a decision. It was time to cut the rose back and remove the tree. Tom planned to then build a wooden arbor for the rose to grow back on.
Tom armed himself with leather gloves, a face mask, and old Gore Tex jacket, lopping shears and chain saw, and went to work.
It took quite a few days to bring it all down, cut up all the long rose canes, log the tree, and bundle up the briers.
And when he got this far, he began to think about all the work of building an arbor and then having to prune that rose every year to keep it from becoming a pile of bramble.
He made a new decision, of which I was in complete agreement.
We took out the rose altogether.
Will we miss this?
Yes, but only in the month of June. Not the rest of the summer and fall when it is dropping petals and black spotted leaves.