I've been meaning to do it for weeks, but every time I came in and out of the garage, I was usually herding children or carrying groceries. So it's all for the best, really. And a neighbor walking by, one I haven't spoken to before, said in passing, gesturing at the roses, "I really like those." And then he paused, and repeated, "Yeah, I really like 'em."
This pleases me. :-)
The other nice thing about reading magazines like this is that it diminishes my desire to own a Downton Abbey-style estate. Because just trimming all those yew hedges would make me collapse in an exhausted, quivering heap, never mind all the kazillion other tasks!