Needless to say, all 3 Lafter in the front garden have had their newest growth chewed off since then.
It's like they read my post and said "Holy cow, we totally forgot about her roses! Let's make it a point to head that way tomorrow, after we've chewed up someone else's dreams and pooped them out in their yard."
I haven't yet given up on my dream of having roses, but in the back of my little pea-brain I know the odds are stacked against me. At the very least, I'll have to break one of my own rules: they'll be high-maintenance because I'll have to spray them periodically with that gawd-awful stinky deer repellent stuff. (It smells like a rotting carcass that's been urinated on by a bear who ate a ton of asparagus.)
And as long as we're talking about my lessons in humility, I came outside on Tuesday to see this:
No warning signs, it just up and died. I can't blame the summer heat, nor can I blame excess water: it just quit.
I also lost an Aralia 'Sun King' late last week. Well, technically speaking it isn't lost: I know where it is, and it's dead. I was so full of hope for those. There's one left....