Voices on the Wind Open Theme
PRUNING by Cappy Love Hanson A new neighbor stops to ask the best time of year to prune the roses, planted by a slum lordís wife and gone to root stock with neglect. How luxurious mine is, she marvels, suckers or no, three shades of pink from the same shrub fanning rampant to the roof line. Sheís young and wants to learn, to find her place in the scheme of gentrification. I stammer and shrug. A real gardener could come to terms with the apparent incongruity of paring for growth. I know only to allow the rose to reach. Beyond the obvious necessity of deadwood, I canít convince myself to lop a single stem, even in the bloomless depths of winter.