As I mentioned, the Swanson folks still in the neighborhood are very private people, so I don’t want to mention them by name. But I was talking to one during this last trip up, and she nostalgically mentioned something about her mother’s roses. Roses? Oh, right – there’s this low wire fenced area near the front of the Danger House. All grown over and the like, but when I went back that afternoon I saw that yes, there were actually a handful of woefully neglected rose bushes languishing among the grasses and weeds.

I managed to not inflict too much collateral damage on the roses themselves with the weed whacker, then watered them down put on a couple bags of bark mulch for good measure. Looking forward to seeing if they’re showing any signs of recovery when I’m back the week after next…