Letting it go.

After struggling for five years to care for what I now regard as an unmanageable collection of over 3000 unique roses, I have come to a conclusion: I can’t do it. There has been a shrinking of greenhouse inventory for three years now (this continues) and large sections of the open garden have now been left to fend for themselves, and the last section to come under scrutiny is the Ralph Moore collection. Although I have been able (with the assistance of a hired helper) to keep it reasonably well-groomed and sprayed in the past decade, I have decided it too must be scaled back to a more manageable size. And so, with great misgivings I am going to select only the 30 or 40 varieties I feel are the most meritorious/most rare and all the rest must be removed and discarded.

Now, I won’t actually be digging plants out until September/October, so there is time to organize and distribute some of these plants. Anyone wanting to acquire any of the Moore roses should speak up ASAP and we can make arrangements for digging and removing them. (Local folks can come dig anytime they have an opportunity, I guess, as long as they have a plan for re-establishing the plants in mid-Summer conditions)

The way I see it is this: without a staff (as I had for a long while) I can’t be expected to continue to act as an official Moore archivist, as I had long considered my role. Nobody is paying me to do it, and in fact it is costing me quite a bit in time, materials and hired assistance ($$$) to maintain. I have decided it has become unreasonably unwieldy and has to be addressed, since it now brings me nothing but frustration and unhappiness to step out into the roses where all I see is hundreds of hours of work that I cannot possibly do. So be it. I have had many people in my life wisely tell me that once something is no longer fun to do, then just stop doing it. Life is too short to be burdened by activities that bring you frustration and angst.

You know how to reach me.

Paul

A too long running “solemn vow” becomes an unbearable burden. You have to learn to value “the collection” using the same measure the rest of the world does. If no one wants it; wants to help support it, they don’t value it, and neither should you unless it pleases you to. But, once it reaches the point of depressing and overwhelming you, it’s time for it to go. Good job!

Been there more than once and have to face up to it again. Life is, too short and now I’ll never do all the rest of the great things but I can’t say anything could have been different. Neil

Yeah, we were not intended to be Atlas, so to speak.

Paul, that odd Shadow Dancer/Orange Moore mini (Torch of Liberty or Spotlight… forgot which) finally set 4 fatty buds on it after waiting all of this time. Maybe I can do some good with it. Who knows? But I kept on pushing it because of you. Cheers.

Paul, I know exactly how you feel. For me it was ferret rescue that drove me past endurance, and even though my garden is tiny it is more than one person with a bad back can cope with. There’s nothing wrong with scaling down. I keep telling myself this…

You said life is too short, danged right !! … do what pleases YOU, its VERY OK !!

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Hi Paul:

Guess I moved about four months too soon. I’m considering making the two day drive and bringing my shovel and pots.

Jeff, DO IT! There will NEVER be this tremendous an opportunity again…ever.

Don’t worry about me, I sent an e-mail this morning. Neil

Paul,

Here’s wishing you more balance in your life! Thank you for your constant generous nature.

Regards,