Bob and I chowed down at Rick May's graduation party tonight; Mary Ann always has plenty of food. Nice cake, too. Glad that both Rick's and Mary Ann's parents were able to attend. It was pleasant to talk with them . . . The old-fashioned rose that topped the iron courtyard fence for more than a decade began to look ratty a few years back. I was in favor of tearing out the whole thing. Bob was too--half-heartedly. We consulted horticulturalist Tucker Hill from Etters who advised us to cut it back severely. It could rejuvenate, but if it didn't we wouldn't have lost anything. We secretly thought the major pruning had killed it so we were surprised when it suddenly flared to life with more fat buds than we had seen in many a year. Now we think we should nurse it along and perhaps train it to grace the top of the fence as it once did . . .
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