Something Red: Don Juan Climbing Rose

I don’t typically go out and get the roses in time.  What usually happens is that my mother reminds me repeatedly, until one day I finally go out.  By then I find that all the petals had fallen off and they’ve turned into rose hips.  Which is okay enough, since you can make jam from rose hips.  And tea, if I recall correctly.  But anyway, this time I got to enjoy the multitudes of red, healthy roses, happily welcoming me into their side of the garden. *pats myself on the back*  And then I clipped ’em.  *ouch* And pulled their petals off. *double ouch*  And then we made rose petal jam out of it. *drool* Of course.  At least they were once happy.

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