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.