It was me. I couldn’t sleep worrying about the street construction and the poor wild roses.
So I went out Wednesday night with my lantern and spade …
They are cute and worth saving. These wild roses next to our old milk house are from cuttings I planted about eight years ago.
To paraphrase a certain feed store around here, this is a horse boarding stable with a little plant(ing) problem. Check out our flower farm photos on our sister site, MyHoofprints.