Earlier this summer I watched in dismay as bagworms stripped my Pinata roses to skeletons. I got someone to spray — no luck; wrong time of year. I picked worms by hand — no luck; the infestation was too severe. These had been such gorgeous bushes. I mourned them, certain they could not survive.
Yet they have. Look!
The fall flush is coming on. And despite this brutal summer of high heat, humidity, and pests, Pinata has hung in there. I guess there’s a life lesson in there, right?
I just had to share.