Since the Manifesto promises it, I had better deliver. The roses are still green, despite the fact that December is a little over a week away. It faces east and is protected from those nasty winds that Canada and the Great Lakes send us. Because I have been depressed about the news that the terrace may be destroyed by construction (the landlord says "maybe"), I have ignored it. Denial. There's an entire article on the subject in the NY Times at the moment. Actually, it's avoidance not denial.
If this were Spring, I would freak. The rain has probably not helped...I sprayed once but I won't again. But what I will do is collect all the leaves when they drop otherwise they will be around next spring to infect the new growth. No wonder I never wrote about blackspot before. It's so boring.