That's right! The rose bush is blooming! The bees are buzzing. The aroma of roses is going right to my head. I am positively giddy knowing that I will get to weed the spot underneath, and all around the bush and breathe that light, sweet scent that no other flower can produce. Oh, don't get me wrong. I am no rose lover. They are thorny, nasty plants that will take any chance they can to prick you where you least suspect. They jump in your way to scratch you when you aren't looking. If you watch them from the corner of your eye, you can see them planning their next move. Mine likes to tangle my hair when I am weeding around her. She is the most lovely witch. But witch she is. Sweet-smelling, lovely on the eyes, and fully devoted to evil.
I suppose that if I am going to mention the man-eating hops in the yard, I should post a picture of their activity thus far this spring/summer. They are on track to cover the fence again this year. Such lovely and dangerous plants. Every time I mow the yard around them, they reach out to try and snag some part of me, and they SCRATCH! Like mean little cats!
