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The Roses
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Mom's been planting roses here pretty much since the day she moved in. She says one bunch of guys was carrying bookcases up the driveway and another bunch of guys was carrying blue clay down the driveway.
I got here a few months after mom did, and there was lots of room to run around. I liked it. But some people just don't know when to quit - there are more roses and less grass every year. I guess mom must like it better that way. But it sure is dangerous when a ball or something rolls into the beds. And even when a branch falls off of one, you can't play with it. What good are they?
If you want to know what I think, well, I liked it lots better the old way, because now she's got around 50 roses back there and there's hardly any room to run around. To tell you the truth, I like the neighbors' yard best cause there's a bassett hound named Sam over there and a bunch of oak trees that drop new toys on the ground every single day all year long. You never know what new toy has fallen when you go out there, but you can be sure there's something new to play with. For some reason, mom and Murf don't seem to appreciate this fully.
I don't have much else to say about the roses - I just don't see the atttraction. Some of them are over ten feet tall. Some of them got so big mom had to dig them up and give them away. As I may have mentioned, I think there are way too many of them. But for those of you who like roses as much as mom does, here's an illustrated list of all the roses we have, and of some we've given away. Mom's even written their biographies. She's got way too much time on her hands.
June 2003
rosa 'Stanwell Perpetual'
some people don't know when to quit
June 2003
