Every year in late January or early February my daughter returns to the house she grew up in and prunes the roses. Nobody else is allowed to do this job.
It was chilly and overcast on Saturday morning when the work commenced.
But gradually the sky brightened and the garden warmed up. My son-in-law cleared out some big old flower pots that need to be replanted. And the pruning went forward.
When the rose bushes were done there was a burrito reward. And then on to the afternoon project of making Valentines.