It’s great to get the secateurs out and work my way through Spring pruning all those types of roses growing in customer’s gardens.
From the petite patio pot grown types, hybrid teas, floribunda, standards, climbing and ramblers, most (not all) have a common theme running through them, ‘rose thorns!’
I’m not one to complain..but in every pruning operation in every customer’s garden there’s always an “ouch, woah, that hurt!” ( or similar)
Doesn’t matter how careful I’m being, there’s always that one thorn lurking there just waiting, hiding and ready to grab my arm, hands and fingers, piercing my skin, shouting “gotcha!”
And to cap it all, the “gotcha” almost always follows on later in the day or evening when I realise that the end of the thorn, the very tip of it, microscopic in size is embedded in my arm, hands and fingers needing self medical extraction care of said thorns.
At least for roses it’s once in Spring, once in Autumn apart from the obvious dead heading and minor trimming.
Oh, what lovely gardening days!
now for a cup-of-T
Telstales 
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