Striped Roses I Will Miss You

It's emotionally difficult that the owner is dragging his feet on ripping out my garden. So I grab photos when I can, expecting the rosebush to be gone the next time I come home from grocery shopping. It's like a slow torture having so much of my life in the control of someone else I don't even know.

First Rose and Last Rose of Spring

Every year I take a photo of the first bloom on each of my rose bushes.  But now that the new apartment owners have ripped out all the plants in the front yard, I only have the roses in the back yard left. And those were already supposed to be gone.  But the painters have mysteriously disappeared, leaving 5 ladders in our back yard, and everything in disorder.  So I was both saddened and joyful when a purple rose bloomed. So I am calling it both the first rose and the last rose. It's gorgeous. I wish I could take it with me.

I think this would have all been less painful if it had happened in winter, and not with spring in full swing. Sigh.

Purple miniature rose.  The end of my fairy garden.

The work crew has disappeared and left five ladders in our backyard.

Ouch

I haven't looked in the front yard yet today, but my boyfriend said they are completely ripping out everything in the flower beds. And just when the jasmine was in full bloom, the pansies a riot of color, and the roses covered in buds.

I will try to look to the future, either to moving out, or the plants they will put in to replace these.

Yellow Roses

Good morning. I awoke to the sound of chainsaws as the landscapers wage war on the old landscaping. I truly hope they don't cut down the rose I planted to honor a vet. So I cut off the last flowers and put them in a vase in my kitchen just in case the rose is gone when I come home today.