- bgodlasky
- Mar 3
- 4 min read
Updated: 23 hours ago
We've entered what I call the season of multiple costume changes here. In the morning, I put on warm pants and my winter coat to take the dogs for a walk. Shortly after we get home, I exchange the coat for a fleece pullover. An hour or two later, I'm in a long-sleeve shirt and lighter pants. Afternoon requires changing into shorts and a T-shirt, and by 7:00 pm, I'm back in warm pants and long sleeves. I can't sufficiently explain why this irritates me a bit. I think it has something to do with my aversion to being overly fussy and to the extra work of removing clothes from their appropriate storage place and quickly putting them back...and potentially taking them out again. It goes against my deepest desire to simplify.
But these frequent costume changes also signal our gradual shift toward longer and warmer days and all the wonderful opportunities they present, so I will weather them (pun intended) as best I can. We're seeing other signals of that shift around here—like the young mahogany leaves of the rose bushes popping out all around the property. Those leaves are another good visual reminder to finish the pruning jobs as soon as possible.
It's time to cut back the Buddleia (butterfly bushes), a task I remember first undertaking 20 years ago when I was developing a deep curiosity in gardening. I read somewhere that it was important to cut Buddleia down to 12" in early March, so I dutifully (and somehow without trepidation) went out and did just that. I had planted the shrubs in front of our deck landing the previous year, and they had performed well, but after that first deep pruning, they were outstanding. People driving past our house would often stop and ask what I did to make them so magnificent. I answered with deep uncertainty, "I pruned them hard in March?" With each passing year, however, I became more convinced that it was the only way to set them up for success. So this week, the Buddleia will go from their current height of 9' tall back to 12".

Last week, I got to grips with the climbing Eden rose that grows just outside the pool gate and below the landing to my studio. It's such a vigorous grower that the annual prune requires a good hour to get it back into shape. I've attached most of its canes to a sizeable trellis we built onto the two support posts for the landing, and I've woven other canes through the balusters of the pool fence. Then there are a couple of unruly ones that I just allow to reach for the sky. At the end of a season, though, Eden is a sprawling, slightly raggedy mess.

The reason for this careful tying and weaving in is simple: more blooms. Roses are interesting specimens. You see, they bloom just on their tips—well, they do if you just let them grow like a regular shrub. But if you force the canes horizontally (by tying them to a trellis or weaving them through a fence), a rose can't tell where the tip of the cane is exactly, so it sends up shoots all along the length of the cane and then blooms on the end of each. With the Eden rose, we really can create a wall of roses.
You can do this with shrub roses as well by simply tying a length of jute twine around the end of a long new cane and tying the other end of the twine to a peg and driving it into the ground. You can create lovely arcs with the canes if you're careful. You don't want to be rough with them during the process or put them under too much pressure, though. They'll crimp if you do. But with the right coaxing, they'll take to their new position well.

To get Eden in shape this year, I removed anything dead, dying, rubbing against another branch, extending well beyond the end of the trellis, or just too challenging to tie in (sometimes there are too many canes in one area, and they would limit the airflow). There was a lot of new growth that I had to manage, and to do that in some places, I had to cut last year's twine to release a cane and tie it lower on the trellis so that a new cane could take its place higher up.
What we now have is a much more uniform coverage of the trellis, so I believe we'll get an even more impressive display. There's also a wonderful cane shooting up to the studio steps, so I'll be tying its branches in along the stringers. I can already see myself in the coming months walking up the steps with roses just below my feet—and what could be better than that?