When I was gardening with Dermot, I tried to make cuttings from the roses where we worked. They did not strike because, when I was not around, he kept pulling them up to look for roots.
Last autumn at Mrs O’s I put in cuttings of a few roses, shrubby hypericum, euonymus and other shrubs. If only Dermot could see the results of patience combined with lethargy!
Planted around Mrs O’s back garden, they should provide cover for the local birds, and plenty of colour for whoever ends up living there to see from the kitchen window.
(Ms Rosemary Turnstone already has her own rosemary cutting potted up ready to go in her garden, as soon as she has reclaimed the right sunny spot for it.)