Monday, January 11, 2010
Well, I finally buckled down and did the winter task that I dread most; I butchered the roses. I can't use the word trim...because hacking off all of the lovely stems is nothing less than an act of war. Maybe that's why it's called the War of the Roses! Yeah, probably not but it sure feels like an appropriate term for what I did. As an ode to their glory I saved the last winter bloom as a reminder that the stumpy rose bushes will indeed fight their way back into bloom as they do every year.
"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense." ~Mark Overby