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There's no getting around it: the climbing rose in the back yard is dying. I don't know what's killing it (it could be me!) but it's looking worse every day. So, one day soon, into the yard waste bin it goes.

Oh, well. It's just a rose, after all. And now I don't have to worry about what to do with it next year, when I will move the moon garden into that exact location.