and there is a rose

I don't really think of this one as my plant, but I've started to give it some care- extra mulch and compost feed, sprayed a good round of neem oil (the flanking bushes looks like they have spider mites arrrrggghhh) and guess what the plant looks gorgeous vivid new lovely greens.

My boyfriend shrugs again at my enthusiasm: yeah, it's green. It's growing. It does that. I'm waiting eagerly to see if the roses are better than before- they've always been small and scrawny, the plant narrow and leggy. It never got pruned or fed before, in all the years I've visited here. So I think this will show.