This little rose, Rosa Debutante, is planted outside the greenhouse. Throughout the year it is unceremoniously hacked back, often in anger, as it snags and tugs at arms and legs as we make our trips past. Of course it is not the rose’s fault that it encroaches upon our thoroughfare, it was planted in the wrong place and it is simply doing what comes naturally to it – growing and flowering. In fact it is very good at both of those activities; it doesn’t seem to bear a grudge over our harsh treatment, rewarding us with flowers throughout the year. Makes me feel just a little bit a bit guilty!