Arevolution, according to the late Cuban president Fidel Castro, is no bed of roses. Neither, it has to be said, is a pandemic, although the extra time I spent at home this spring means my actual bed of roses is in spiffing nick.
For the first time in years, I’ve lavished my organic rose garden with the care and attention it deserves. Not only have I weeded, mulched and fed my prickly companions, I also pruned them all before they burst into bud. (Granted, by “pruning” I mean I ran a pair of electric hedge trimmers
