Last summer, hot and exhausted from deadheading spent blooms, cleaning up fallen petals, weeding, watering, and fertilizing, I often thought of winter. The rains would come, and I would sit down, relax, read other people's blogs and write thoughtful posts full of gardener's wisdom on mine. It was not to be.
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| Cecile Brunner, a climbing polyantha |
The winter has been mild and sunny, and it turned out I couldn't stay away from the garden for long. This past Friday, however, after two months of pruning, mulching and spraying, I sat down, looked around and thought with satisfaction that I was done for the season. Then, I took a closer look at Cecile. Cecile Brunner, a large once-blooming climbing polyantha rose, was planted in my back yard many years ago. It has become a large healthy plant with long weeping branches that give me garlands of lovely blush pink blooms in spring.
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| In all its glory last year |
However, I was becoming unhappy with it for two reasons. First, my neighbor in the back grows morning glory on our shared fence. The morning glory gets on top of the rose, and either breaks the branches by pulling them toward my neighbor's yard, or chokes them so they die back. It got more and more rampant each year, so I was becoming worried about it overtaking the rose completely. But because my Cecile was about 15' wide and about 10' deep I didn't see what I could do about it. How would I get to it?
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| Unpruned, overgrown, and burdened with dead but tenacious morning glory |
The other problem was mostly my fault for letting it grow completely unchecked. It would grow new branches, bloom, then grow new branches on top of the old, and so on every year. It was expanding farther and farther, and the interior was full of spindly dying twigs.
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| Lots of unproductive twigs inside need to be cut off |
I never have a desire to go at my roses with shrub shears (which would remove most of the desirable new growth and keep most of the old), but I also didn't believe that a more meaningful pruning was possible with a rose this size. But this year I thought I could at least attempt to clear away some of the twiggy interior, hoping also to "shrink" the rose a bit, so it would fit better into its allotted space. I started cutting off the thin interior twigs on the left side fully intending to keep the long new weeping branches above and outside the interior of the rose.
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| It is beginning to look a little better |
The work was not so daunting as it first seemed, and soon I was able to stand up in the middle of the rose. After clearing up the interior branches I discovered I could reach the morning glory! The wild hope that I could actually untangle my beautiful rose from its ugly tentacles gave me courage to keep going. I brought out my Gardena cordless grass shears which have a telescopic handle, and my husband joined me in shearing the morning glory off the rose.
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| These branches bloomed and then were shaded by new ones that grew over them. The blooming laterals are dying off |
Then, an unexpected thing happened. Instead of remaining upright and shrinking in size a little, the rose, freed from the shackles of morning glory, started leaning away from the fence (scary!), and the beautiful weeping branches ended up completely out of the bed and in the lawn. Oops. I didn't realize how flexible the canes were, even the thick woody ones that looked completely immobile. I could prop them back up against the fence of course, but then I would have the morning glory problem right back. So I decided to cut back the rose even more until the canes could stand up unsupported.
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| Pruned rather more than I was intending but still retained some of its beautiful fountain shape |
I thought it would give me room to get close to the fence every once in a while and cut off any stray grabbing morning glory tentacles (quite possibly a utopian dream).
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| Osteospermum daisies underneath enjoying the sunshine |
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| Probably only temporarily :) |
I am amazed at how much of the rose has gone. It feels as if a long time friend has left me. Still, I hope that cutting away dead twigs and the morning glory will do the rose good, even if I don't see this spring the bounty of blooms with which I have been spoiled in previous years.
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| Cecile Brunner and Rosette Delizy last spring |
