Rose Bushes For The Birthday Boy.

Last Monday I dug out the three rose bushes from our new garden. Chaim is deathly allergic to bees, and roses attract them. Roses are fabulous to have when you get a few dozen in a box wrapped with a nicely tied bow delivered to your door from a secret admirer, but to grow them is a different story. They are the poodles of the plant world; fussy, finicky and a pain in the butt.

good bye roses.

On Tuesday Chaim and I rented a U-Haul van to move a bed and other necessities to our new house. And so it was perfect that we had a vehicle to bring the uprooted roses into Manhattan to meet Jim and Isy for Jim's Birthday dinner.

Jim hoisting the roses into their car.