And there were roses...

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...