Benign neglect

 

I walked by this neglected yard and glorious rosebush yesterday-- it probably hasn't been pruned or fertilized in years. Go figure.

Our neighbor grows such beautiful roses along her sidewalk it stops people in their tracks. But she's always fussing and spraying. I take a tough love approach-- a no-nonsense pruning in February, some slow release fertilizer and they're on their own.  And ours look amazing this year from all the rain. If only it would warm up.

Speaking of which, we have a single day of sunshine before the next atmospheric river drenches us again on Thursday. Enough already. The Cascade mountains will get hit hard, and with the snow melting they're talking about river flooding in central and eastern Washington. It's pointless to worry, but how can I not?

The Methow Rive in Twisp has been running at about 9,000 cfs this week, which is quite a bit above the seasonal average. I sent Amanda down to take a picture in front of the house. So far, so good. Fingers crossed.

Last June we were being roasted alive under the heat dome.