Help me, Edgar Allan Poe
With much woe do I post this.
Last week (probably upon a midnight dreary as I wandered weak and weary down the endless hallway to see why my son woke crying in the middle of the night) squirrels chewed my lovely Berenice (gallica) to the ground (hence the EAP reference).
They took all her canes...all of them...and even dug down a couple inches around her crown.
She was tiny, it's true...a band I put in a gallon pot and overwintered in the garage while it got down to -13F here in Indianapolis...I put her in the garden this spring and, frankly, it was just a couple weeks ago that I finally allowed glimmering hope that she was going to make it, anyhow.
Then the evil blighters did their dirty work.
I found her pitiful remains the day after the Mauling, so the canes were all shriveled and gnawed on the ground and there wasn't any hope to save them.
Is there **any** chance of convincing what is now just a stub sticking out of the earth to grow again?
I think I am really just looking for a sympathetic shoulder to cry on...this rose can't be easily replaced.