Back when we lived at the farm I had it in my head that I wanted a climbing rose bush….I got one. The dumb thing was expensive but I broke the bank and got one. In a short time, it grew like crazy…never bloomed. I had bought it late in the season and blooming time had already passed.
That next year, we moved to town. It bloomed at the farm but I never saw it. Then that fall, I cut it way back so I could dig it up and move it to town. I plant is SUPER thorny with thorns that are more like spikes! I got pricked a couple times and once pricked it made me feel like that pricked spot was on fire. It was nasty. I quickly learned to give that plant some space and stay away from it if at all possible.
That spring. One sprig came. The rest, DEAD. That’s it. Hubby told me to dig it up and get rid of it but me the eternal optimist said no…lets give it until next spring. It stayed it’s one sprig self all year last year. It was pathetic. One day I was weeding and Hubby was mowing the lawn. I bent over near the climbing rose and somehow got close enough that a thorn got wedged onto the back of my thigh! It hurt like a son of a gun. The problem, it was a long thorn and wedged into my back upper thigh in a way that would not allow me to get loose from it.
Hubby was on the mower and just about to round the corner of the house to go to mow the back yard. I screamed as loud as I could and he luckily heard me. I started waving frantically – trying not to poke the thorn any deeper into my thigh. He came and got the thorn out of my leg. At that point I was ready to get the Round Up and kill the rose.
So this year it came up and looks like this….
I’ve had to wrap the branches on the trellis but that has only happened with leather gloves on. Wow this thing is a mean plant…
I was so excited it is blooming really beautifully and there are LOTS more buds ready to open. All the frustration with this bugger has finally paid off. I have blossoms!!…but wait. I also have….bugs. Something is eating the leaves. I am so frustrated. I finally got the dumb thing to bloom and grow and now this.
Can you see why I am calling this a love hate relationship?
Anyone know what to do for bugs on a rose bush? Looks like I’ll be making a trip to the nursery to see if there is anything I can do. I’m hoping for a little more love from this rose and a little less hate. Maybe, just maybe, if I can get these bugs taken care of, I’ll be able to love it again.