The sad part of fall, up here any way, is many years the roses are in truly full bloom this time of year and you simply have cut them off and down.
I have , some years when a truly hard frost, continually not a one day wonder, comes and I cannot get out to them.
They are seemingly frozen in time.
Buds do not change, leaves do not drop, they just sit there like a picture.
I am still a bit anxious about getting leaves for up North ; the lawns around here, with the snow going away are full of leaves and I am hoping they rake them soon, as I will remove the bags for then and sometimes help rake the lawns.
We have fifties coming so time will tell.
The new roses down south is a crap shoot how well they do this winter; up North, they all looked good this summer but a couple I have that , been doing this too long and I do not like how that looks, feeling, so some may be on the way out in few years or maybe not.
In an odd sort of way, I miss not simply burying them, as there is a 98.6 percent chance they will survive, but finding them in the spring and unburying, without damage, was a pain in the buttocks.
Looking at one rose that I cut back down South, I think one I buried years ago and missed is shooting out, but I would bet it is only sucker shoots.
