Wednesday, May 13, 2020

The Rosebush Tries to Kill Me

every time I go near it. Seriously, the thing is vicious.

And I've never had to weed it. Not one single blade of grass comes up inside that brick ring! Don't you think that's sinister?

Roses-- and mine is an older variety-- may well be phytotoxic, like walnut trees. I wouldn't put it past them. But it's all worth it when those sweet, sweet red blooms open up.

Books Available
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

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