The Last Furlong

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Pruning day


For about ten days, Mr Furlong and I have planned pruning day. It had to be on a Sunday when the car park of the premises next door would be empty as the scrambling roses tumble over the fence into it. They are stunning to see.

We were getting to grips with it, wearing heavy gloves to protect us from the vicious thorns and thick sleeves and headgear to keep us safe from falling branches and side swipes, but then it started to hail. That was about noon-time.

And then it snowed. For five hours. Pruning day has been postponed till next Sunday.IMG-20150301-01033



Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

2 thoughts on “Pruning day

  1. Oh dear, I hope the roses don’t curl up and die….


    • Well YESTERDAY (Monday) we were out chopping up all the prunings to go into our garden bin so the Council could take it away today. The roses will survive. But us? We did it in the falling snow and bitter wind. WE might curl up and die!


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