Sunday, February 23, 2020

Do as I say!

Where to begin?  I am teaching a new course this semester in business communication technology.  It’s going OK.  This past week, as I was preparing for next week (because I’m struggling to stay even a week ahead, unfortunately), I read a lot about best practices for blogging (for business purposes).  Clearly, KYLady has violated all the best practices with her own personal blog.  I ramble.  I have no central theme to the blog (this, that, and the other about life and the world is a very broad scope).  Posts are not submitted at predictable time intervals.  My post headlines are a complete mystery at times.  Proofreading happens sometimes.  Tagging happens sometimes.  This will be a Do as I say, not as I do lesson, for sure. Of course, not too many people on this planet even know my blog exists, and certainly it would not be something I tell my students (or anyone else) to go take a look at.

This week, I embarked on a great adventure with my class.  Honestly, once I made plans to go there, I thought it was not uncharted territory for the University #1 system.  We began playing with Microsoft Teams. As I was configuring the Team, every question I posed to our on-site “expert”, she forwarded to the system “expert”, resulting with an answer like in theory, it should work like this..  Clearly, this technology was bastardized for our use case, implemented, and released into the wild with not enough vetting.  Oh well, so far, about 50% of my students have tested the water and it’s going OK.  I am encouraged that there will be some value in what we are trying to do.

I promised a photo of my mini-succulent garden in the skull planter.  As it turned out, the skull was smaller than I planned for, so I stuck one succie in its own little teacup planter.  The results are OK.  Having plants in my office makes it so much more pleasant to sit in.  They make the place feel a little less cold and stark.  There are 7 potted plants in my office right now.  

My succulents
My new hip is doing great so far.  I’m still doing physical therapy twice a week, for how much longer, I don’t know.  There will be reassessment this week to see if there’s anything else that can be accomplished.

Last night, Someone and I went to Lexington to watch UK Cats play the Florida Gators (it’s college basketball, in case you’re not a fan).  It was a great game, especially because we won.  Our seats were near the roof of the arena.  The stairs inside the arena are very steep.  I was grateful for the stair railings. Whereas normal stairs are easy for me to use like a normal human, these steep stairs caused be to go back to the way I did stairs right after surgery – one at a time, good leg up\good leg up and back leg down\bad leg down.  No doubt people behind me loved that, but too bad.  I noticed that heavy people and many of the “older” people had as much or more trouble than I did. 

In a TV time-out, a banner unfurls over the little student section.  
Other than the stairs, we had one little incident to remind me that I’m not as good as I used to be.  Someone was so eager to get to the arena (we had to park about five blocks away), that he kept walking way faster than I could keep up with him.  It’s not like we were pressed for time – we had two hours until the tip-off.  I offered to send the tickets to his phone so that he could run ahead and enjoy those extra minutes of noisy ambience, but no, he just kept stopping and waiting for me to catch up (with that sulky, impatient look on his face).  Anyway, we were waiting to cross a busy street and there was a break in the traffic.  Someone grabbed my hand and said “Come on” as if we were both going to dash across the street in this short window of opportunity.  He pulled me off the curb – fortunately I hit the ground with my good leg and then broke free from him as he ran across barely beating the oncoming cars.  Idiot.  I could have never made that!  A few moments later, the light changed and everyone who waited crossed safely.  Someone is like toddler sometimes.

Today, we took Gracie for a hike.  It was great to get out into the woods again.  Our February has been wonderfully mild.  We heard an owl in the woods...that was the highlight for me.  Owls (all raptors, really) are marvelous birds.  The trail we took today is hilly with lots of rocks and tree roots to navigate.  Part of it winds around the lake under pine trees – my favorite part (and that part is easy walking).  I was able to go about a mile before turning around.  Perhaps next time, we’ll try a little farther.  Baby steps – I’m getting my life back.                                 

On the Michael Tygart Trail.

More trail (around Greenbo Lake) - Gracie always checks to see if I'm coming

Sunday, January 19, 2020


My surgery was four weeks ago, yesterday. At two weeks, I stopped using a walker, and about mid-week last week, I stopped using a cane. No cane, but I’m still hobbling around.  When will the limp go away – everyone is different, so says the physical therapy folks. The longer you walk with a limp before the surgery, the harder it will be to stop limping.  Well great.  People have been telling me I walk with a limp since about 2012; long before I ever believed them.

Things were going totally great with recovery until today. I wanted to go to Walmart and get some “stuff”.  I hate Walmart but there are just some things our Kroger doesn’t have, like towels, which was the main thing on my list.  Our towels are all old and really tired...or maybe I’m just tired of using our old ratty towels.  Hindsight is 2020...I should have just ordered off Amazon and let it be...but no, old KYLady decided to get out and see towels in person so that she could pick the color accurately and feel the weight of them.

Someone LOVES Walmart (like you have no idea how much he LOVES Walmart).  He was delighted that I wanted to go and said he’d come with me.  OK...and he wanted to drive...OK.  We get down there and the place is a zoo, because it’s Saturday.  Without considering my condition, he parked where he always parks, at the very end of the parking lot.  I should have objected, but I thought the walk would be good for me.  He even asked if I wanted him to move the car closer to the building, but no...I wanted to walk.  By the time we got to the doors, I told him he could pick me up at the door when we left. 

Then into the madhouse we went.  The store was re-arranged from the last time I’d been in there.  We had to wander a bit to find towels.  I selected some nice ones – soft and thick, sort of a ashy aqua color.  We made a pass through the soap and shampoo aisle, and then to check out.  We did not have to wait too long... thank the Lord.  My hip was getting pretty achy by that point.  We walked out and Someone said he’d bring the car up.  Well he did...about 20 minutes later.  It was raining and cars were waiting on parking took Someone forever to get up to the front of the building...while I was standing there all that time because there was no place to sit out of the rain.

So, ever so slowly, we made our way back out of the parking lot and finally got near the road to turn out of the chaos, when a car zoomed up beside us, honked, and motioned for us to roll down the window.  The kind driver reported to us that there was a huge bulge on our tire.  Sure enough, there it was, like the size of a softball.  Someone bought his tires at Walmart, so we just drove around to the car maintenance area.  Someone ran in and they told him it would be about a 30-minute wait.  Long story short, we parked in the line and went inside to wait in the customer service area...lovely, hard metal benches were all they had.  About 15 minutes of that and I was wishing I’d thought to bring some pain pills with me (I’ve not taken anything stronger than Tylenol since the first week).  An hour went by and there were still several people in front of us.  I was beyond done at that point.

We don’t have Uber or Lyft in our area (and only minimal public transportation services).  I called for a cab and that was going to be a 40-minute wait. In the meantime, Someone called Emily who was on her way to work.  She called her boss and detoured to come and get me (I cancelled my cab).  My angel of mercy!  I was nearly in tears by the time I got into her car.  Home, a pain pill, a cup of hot tea, and now I’m back to normal.  Lesson learned.  As it turned out, Walmart’s 30-minute wait was more like a 150-minute wait.  Someone’s tire was under warranty, so no charge, at least.  He got to "enjoy" Walmart for a very long time.  I’m grateful that the man in the parking lot was kind enough to chase us down and warn us. 

Emily saved the day

This past week, because I’m getting around better, I’ve been taking a plant into my office every morning. I won’t be taking anything giant, although there is plenty of room for giant plants.  It’s just too much trouble and stress on the big plants to transport them, and then I’d have to bring them home by mid-May.  I bought a fun pot that looks like a skull over Christmas.  Initially, my plans were to put ivy in it, but my mind changed today.  It needs to be a small succulent garden.  Coming soon...I will share photos when it’s finished.

Saturday, January 4, 2020


Thank God that I’m a healthy person. It’s very easy for a healthy person to take their good health for granted, but having survived this recent surgery (total hip replacement on December 20), I now have much greater awareness of what good health means when something big comes along.  To be completely honest, I had more tests and more “health care” in the month before surgery than I’d had cumulatively over my entire lifespan...including birth of a single baby and birth of twins. Truly, I am blessed, and I intend to make more effort to remain as healthy as I am.

This was my first-ever surgery.  To say I was a scared wreck that day (and the few days leading up) is an understatement, but I did my best to be brave and remain chill.  Someone was stressed out enough as it was, and it was certainly not in my best interests to add to his stress level.  Everything I knew about surgery was direct from friends’ stories and what I’d seen on TV shows.  What a pleasant surprise it was (or maybe my positive impression is because of the good outcome). 

I was wheeled into the operating room which was much like a freezer.  The lady pushing my gurney apologized for the extreme cold.  I had no vision correction at the time, sadly.  I remarked that I wished I could get a clear look at the equipment and tools.  She said I was better off not seeing it because it scares most people.  A team of people met me in the operating room and they rolled me up beside what looked like a tilt table of some kind, with breaks in the table so that knees could be bent or the person could be placed in a sitting position. Behind me, somebody was moving heavy metal objects that clanged together.  I asked if they wanted me to slide over onto the table.  The anesthetist said no, that people would move me onto it after I was asleep.  I lamented that I would have tried harder to lose weight if I’d known people were going to have to lift me.  One lady told me not to give it another thought – they oftentimes move people who are 300 to 400 pounds onto the table. 

They put a mask over my face and told me to breathe deep.  The last thing I heard was the anesthetist say my oxygen level was at 100%, and now she was going to put something in my IV to make me go to sleep.  When I wake up, it will all be over.  Sweet dreams...  She was right.  I remember nothing of the recovery room, but a nurse woke me up in my room and it was all over.  Easy peasy (for me, anyway). Nothing hurt, I was alive and well, and Jerry was standing close by. 

Fast forward, 15 days later (today), and I’m well on the road to recovery.  Yesterday, I graduated from walker to cane, and I was able to put my own socks on.  Today, I was able to tie my shoes.  Woo-hoo!  Tonight, I’m climbing the stairs so that I can sleep in a bed rather than on the couch, and tomorrow night, I’m taking a real shower (instead of washing up in the sink).  The only thing I still need help with is putting on and taking off those F’ing TED hose off my operated leg.  Good leg, no problem; bad leg, no way.  Erin has been home since I got out of the hospital and has become expert in helping me.  She went back to school this evening, so now, Someone will have to step up to the plate.  God help us.   

I start back to work Monday morning.  Tomorrow, I’ll take a short drive over to the bank to make sure there are no issues with getting in and out of the driver side, and to put some gas in my car.  We have one week to get ready before the semester starts.  Even though I got a lot done before leaving for Winter Break, there is still much to do.  I have one brand new class, one class with new course materials, and then the other four classes will be just as I taught them last semester.  University #2 has no winter break so my online classes there have been going on throughout my recovery.  Work is good...I like it.

Erin took down all the Christmas decorations yesterday, boxed them up, and carried them to the basement.  The only thing left to take down and put away are the outdoor garland and lights.  It has been pouring rain the past few days, and our porch is slippery when wet.  I asked Erin not to bother and we’ll just leave it for a few months down the road when I am able to climb a ladder again.  We will not be turning the Christmas lights on, and the garland is more winter-seasonal than Christmasy. It will be fine to leave up until spring.  Erin has been such a blessing to have at home these few weeks.  She has helped me (and Someone) with everything.  

My blessings

Sunday, December 1, 2019

It's happening

Welcome, December.  I’m excited for Christmas and the semester to be ending, and to be getting classes set up for next semester which is something that must be started soon.  I’m having my hip replaced this month...less than a week before Christmas.  I’m trying to remain positive and brave, but it’s really hard with so many people sharing their horror stories with me.  No more looking at need to get any more visualizations of what will be done to my hip.  As the date is fast approaching, I fully realize it’s the right thing to do.  After a 15-minute walk with Gracie, it’s all I can do to limp back to the car. 

Happy creek after the rain

This afternoon, I got on Amazon and bought STUFF – lots of stuff.  Stuff for gifts, stuff for me, and an air fryer – stuff for the house!  All the girls have asked for starts off my snake plant (aka mother-in-law tongue, aka sansevieria).  Mine is large and pot-bound...intentionally pot bound because my hope is that it will bloom.  Anyway, I bought pots and will make three starts, one for each girl.  I also needed a pot for a start off my monstera for Emily. 

My beautiful Christmas cacti

The outside Christmas lights are up.  I’ve carried our larger Christmas tree upstairs, but alas, I’ve not moved ahead with assembly or decorating it.  No doubt I will need to buy more lights.  We’ve used a smaller tree the past few years, but this year, I wanted something more cheerful.  It’s likely that I could use some cheer by the time Christmas gets here.  I can only imagine.  What was it that lady told me at the grocery store – “Oh honey, I was in agony for the first three weeks.”  Agony?  Like, I’m thinking natural childbirth (with Sarah) was something like agony for a few hours.  She was worth it.  Anyway, I’d better make the tree look great because most likely it will be up until I take it down and put it perhaps February is when that will be possible??  

So, my calendar is really busy for December.  I have a doctor appointment for a pre-surgery physical, a dentist appointment, a patient-education class for pre-surgery hip patients, a pre-surgery registration appointment, a Christmas party at work, a Christmas lunch with retirees and employees of my former work family (after 33 years, we are like family), a meeting with my attorney to get some things finalized...and a haircut.  I also have to get in six hours of training before December 15 for a recertification that is needed.  It’s going to be a busy month. I hate busy. 

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Vita Mutatur

For me, the world and all my plans have come to a screeching halt.  It’s a very long story, but in a nutshell, I learned a few weeks ago that my hip joint is shot to hell (bone on bone, they said) and there’s nothing to do but replace it.  It was quite an unexpected shock to get the news.  I went to the doctor knowing they would take an x-ray of my knee and possibly my hip, wanting to get the go-ahead for physical therapy to fix me (I’ve been limping around a bit, and my knee hurts if I walk a lot or stand for a long time), and thinking worst-case scenario would be a cortisone shot in the knee. 

Well, oh hell no.  The doctor put a cortisone shot in my hip and told me it’s not an emergency situation, but not to put it off for long - schedule the surgery because shots are going to be my life until the surgery is done.  Fortunately, he saw nothing wrong with the other hip or either of my knees.  I researched the doctor and the hospital where he works, after deliberating for two days, I called back to schedule surgery.  They connected me with the nurse who does the scheduling, she pulled my chart, and said “Oh honey, you were just here.  You have to have at least two more cortisone shots (3 months a part) and then at least three gel shots (3 months a part) before we can put you on the schedule.  Right now, we’re scheduling surgeries for eight months out.  You won’t be having surgery until the end of 2022 at best”.  I told her the doctor told me not to delay long.  She said my insurance wouldn’t pay until there is proof that the shots aren’t helping.  I scheduled the next shot appointment for January. 

Next, I called my insurance company.  They said, “bullshit!”  If it’s bone on bone and doctor says surgery is the fix, why waste time and money on shots?  Get it done before my knee or back get damaged from limping.  They recommended I get another opinion and find somebody who can do it sooner than eight months.

Now I have an appointment in Lexington in a few weeks with somebody who has a great reputation (based on Internet reviews and my sister-in-law who lives in Lexington.  I’m hoping to get surgery sooner rather than later...perhaps over Christmas or my spring break in March.  We will see what they say.  Meanwhile, the cortisone shot didn’t hurt as much as people tell me they hurt...the doctor put it in after rubbing something really cold on my hip first.  Moments after, I moved my leg around a bit and the doctor remarked it greatly improved my mobility.  Well, maybe so, for a few days.  But now, my limp is worse and it hurts sooner when I walk very far.  I’m blaming the shot, but maybe it’s just that now I’m paying more attention to it.  Someone and I played golf yesterday and I took Tylenol after because everything was aching.  Being crippled is not for me.  Perhaps the real point of the shots is to make you grateful for surgery.

To change the subject (PLEASE), Gracie traumatized me one morning last week.  It was still very dark and I was making my lunch to take to work.  Gracie goes out in the mornings and spends the days inside until Someone or I get home from work.  Anyway, she was outside and I heard her barking, and then something that sounded like a cat started howling.  My thoughts were that Gracie was terrorizing a cat, perhaps a feral (several live behind out house in the woods), or worse, one of the neighbor’s cats.  I ran outside just in time to see Gracie with something larger than a squirrel or rabbit in and gray in her teeth.  She was shaking it violently and it was screaming.  I shouted “NO!” which is one of only a few words that Gracie understands, grabbed a broom and smacked her with it.  I heard the poor animal’s last unearthly squeak, Gracie dropped it and stood over it.  I grabbed her collar, and pulled her back into the house.  It was dark, but from the garage light and a quick glance, it looked like a gray striped cat.     

I grabbed a box and flashlight, and went back outside (leaving Gracie in).  I was hoping the cat was dead so that I wouldn’t feel compelled to take it the vet for euthanasia or whatever was’s not right to let an animal suffer.  I was relieved to see it was a raccoon and already very dead.  It looked like Gracie broke its neck.  Poor makes me sad to think about it.  It’s likely that Gracie cornered it in our garage.

Gracie smiling

A few days later, I was sweeping the kitchen and saw both Molly and Gracie in the family room acting strange.  Molly ran behind the couch and out from under the couch ran a little ground squirrel.  Gracie lunged at it but it darted to safety under the love seat before she could catch it.  Molly ran to the love seat and tried to squeeze herself under it, but it ran back across and got under the couch again.  I opened up the back door to the deck so that perhaps they could chase the creature to the outside and it would have a chance to escape them.  Finally, I stopped watching and within 10 minutes, the cat, dog, and hopefully the rodent were all outside.  On one hand, I wanted our pets to take care of the pest, but on the other, I hate for anything to die needlessly (plus, I didn’t want bloodshed in the house). 

Our fall weather has been mostly hot and dry.  Leaves were later than usual to begin changing color, but just in the last few days, the color is stunning.  We had a hard rain last night and many of the red and orange leaves dropped off the maples.  Today the sun is shining and it’s breezy.  Every little gust brings down more leaves.  Within a few more weeks, the hills will be bare.  Ugh...winter is a dreary time of year, but at least we have holidays to occupy our minds and time with until January.  Oh yeah, and surgery, buying a car, buying appliances, getting new floors, painting walls, ...and whatever else comes along. 

Late October leaves
Fall leaves smell wonderful

Sunday, September 22, 2019

Adios Summer 2019

KYLady has not blogged in a very long time.  Summer has come and gone, and my goodness, it was a wonderful summer.  Truly, KYLady is blessed to have so much wonderful stuff to do, and yet, much that she planned to do over the summer did not happen.  Such is life. 

Someone and I went to Myrtle Beach in July, meeting up with Someone’s family there like we ALWAYS do.  I mean ALWAYS in every sense of the word.  It has been the same vacation for 25 years now – same beach house, same restaurants, same...well....everything pretty much. We played golf every day.  I can’t do the intense sun on the beach, but I walked the beach in the mornings and evenings looking for shark teeth.  I found plenty, but also found the best one ever.   

Myrtle Beach by moonlight

Not quite a megalodon tooth, but pretty big nonetheless

Someone heading out to the beach (as I am heading in)

Emily and I did a mini-overnight stay in a Cabin near Cave Run, and then sometime in July, Erin, Emily, Sarah, and I did a weekend visit.  We stayed in a rustic cabin with a hot tub on the porch and a copperhead that lived under the porch (he stuck his head out once to assure us that we were invading his home).  We went swimming at Cave Run, made smores by the campfire, and played Pandemic (a fun board game) and Catan (a not-so-fun board game).  Sarah loves Catan though, so we played.  I love spending time with my girls – it’s the best thing in my life.

Campfire with the girls and that silly bear statue
Hanging out on the back porch
Cave Run - beach - photo doesn't do it justice

I’ve had the kayak out plenty of times this summer.  Someone has taken a liking to kayaking and has been renting one to come along with me sometimes.  Once, Erin was home and she came with us.  Another time, Emily came with us.  For both Erin and Emily, it was their first time.  I think they had fun.  Someone and I had fun with them...we like spending time with our girls.

Someone and I took Gracie on many hikes over the summer.  I wonder if we would hike as often as we do if not for our dog – probably not.  She loves going for a walk – it’s what she lives for and it’s absolutely the highlight of her day.  Someone or I need only say the word walk to get her excited.

Sweet Puppers is all tuckered out after her walkies
Miss Molly is taking a short break from hunting (and eating)

Life is very busy just now...but not nearly as stressful as it was a month ago (or even yesterday).  I had enrolled in a master of applied economics program, thinking to take enough hours to teach economics (I needed 15 more graduate hours).  What the hell was I thinking?  I do like economics, but after reading enough to remind myself about it, it’s just not something that I want to teach.  I prefer technology -  something where students (and I) get our hands dirty with to speak.  I finally pulled the plug this morning – withdrew myself completely from the program.  Hooray!!!!

So, what is next for old KYLady?  Well, for one thing, shopping.  We need a new garbage disposal and dishwasher.  Also, a new car (or perhaps a used one).  I am currently driving a 2004 minivan and a 2002 Camry.  The minivan is super handy for hauling the kayak, and the Camry runs great.  Still, these vehicles are old.  The Camry doesn’t have anti-lock brakes, and the headlights are wretched in comparison to halogen headlights on newer cars.  It’s handy having two vehicles so that when one is in the shop, I still have one to drive.  But there's insurance and property tax on two cars and maintenance on two cars...I will live with inconvenience.  Then there is also the issue of new flooring throughout our house.  It is time.  I’ve decided that some will be hardwood and some will be vinyl plank.  Good riddance to the carpet.

Work is keeping me busy.  I have seven classes with University #1 this semester, and five with University #2.  It’s a lot.  I enjoy the work, but it’s a lot.  I do plan to begin preparing to recertify with Microsoft Office.  I’m almost ready...but I need to spend more time learning some of the newer features for the 2019 version.  It’s work, but all good.       

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Idle Speed

I had my kayak out today, for the first time in 2019, sadly.  The spring has been very wet and unpredictable.  What with me working full time until the end of May, the weather, and my procrastination about getting a new battery for my minivan (only vehicle for hauling my beloved kayak), today was really the first opportunity.
Put-in time was around 9 AM.  We had a splendid morning – cool, slightly breezy, and mostly sunny.  With all the rain we’ve had lately, the trees and bushes are lush and all the leaves are shiny.  One could not ask for a more perfect morning for doing anything outside.  I paddled all the way to the back of the lake, to the backwaters of the dam.  It was there that I found the peace and quiet I was hoping for.  Nine o’clock is too late because there were already many people fishing, kayakers, and canoers all over the lake (on a Wednesday morning – don’t these people work)??  To make matters even worse, three pontoon boats loaded with little boys sped past me – definitely NOT idle speed as directed by signs posted around the lake.  They were whooping and shouting at each other across the water *sigh*, but I will not be one to put a damper on their fun.  Most likely they were a Cub Scout troop, but perhaps they were a Boys Club or a similar organization that takes under-privileged children out for a good time (so as to take their weary little minds off their unfortunate situations).  We have way too many children like that in this part of Kentucky, but our economy is improving over the past two to three years...and if we can just get a handle on the heroin crisis that would help.   I’ve digressed.

The kayak adventure was marvelous.  In my quiet place at the far back of the lake, the only sounds were wind in the trees and water running over the spillway.  At some point, a hawk was shrieking from somewhere high in the sky, but I couldn’t spot it.  It must have been over the hill tops somewhere.  The horizon is very limited when you are surrounded by hills.

Greenbo Lake

Someone and I played golf yesterday afternoon – my first round of golf in 2019 and only Someone’s second.  Someone has a job where he can take afternoons off when he wants to (most of the time).  Usually by now, I’ve at least gone to the driving range a few times and played a few rounds of golf.  Not this year.  In fact, the driving range we usually go to didn’t open this season, so now the closest one is about 25 minutes’ drive.  I expected to play dreadfully, but it really wasn’t too bad.  I managed a birdie and five pars...and the rest doesn’t matter.  Someone had good holes and bad holes as well...such is golf. 

This afternoon, I will spray down with Deet, put on my straw hat, and go work in the garden.  We have a few more plants to set out, and then it should be all done but for the routine weeding, pest control, and harvesting.  These few extra plants were after-thoughts; Someone noticed that we had leftover space (only because he made the corn rows shorter, I pointed out to him).  So now we have some extra pepper, tomato, and cucumber plants.  We spray Deet on ourselves because it seems to work best to repel the nasty biting mites in our garden.  Without Deet, you can’t stand in the garden for long without feeling them biting you.  You can’t see them, but they’re there.
I cut flowers earlier this week (between cloudbursts).  I love cut flowers, but I hate cutting my flowers – it’s a conundrum.  It’s important to cut them early in the summer so that they develop multiple stems and produce more blooms.  I thinned the lettuce, another job I hate.  Who am I to play God and decide which little plants get to live and which must die? 

Flowers from my garden

My new little rose bush is thriving and has sent out a new branch and a bud.  It’s exciting (as you might imagine if you’re a plant lover).  I’ve been spraying it with Seven every time I spray the cabbage and Brussel Sprouts growing only a few feet away from it.  Bugs are eating the hell out of them – I can only hope they don’t discover my rose.  

La Park rose - new bud