Today was mild enough to play in the garden, so I had the idea to move a rose. This little fella was squashed behind a very vigorous rambling type shrub rose. Well moving this compromised rose was far more trouble than I thought it would be. The rose was far happier than it should be and had intertwined its stems with the over zealous shrub. Long prickly stems picked at my hair and clothing, and there were so many forked stems that it was darn right impossible to drag the tanggled stems out.
Finally I did the the reluctant rose out, and I did get it replanted, but boy oh boy did I need a nap afterward!

