With every year that passes, my adoration of the rose multiplies.
A thorny mess......
........becomes an attractive arrangement......
......with just a pinch of knowledge, a few moments of thoughtful invisioning, several clean snips and careful tying-in. Without the bitter wind it would take but twenty-five minutes. With the unfriendly breeze, seemingly straight from Siberia, it took rather longer. My knots were clumsily tied because I could not bring myself to remove my gloves. It was of no consequence. The rose was successfully pruned and trained and my fingers remained toasty in my favourite winter gloves. A happy day indeed!
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