Drownéd in the tears of a thousand roses
Jun. 18th, 2011 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaunthieIt's raining again. It's been a very wet spring here, all told, and unusually cold, too. So the roses are all late, but they're going full-blast now. Lancaster and York in particular have decided to take their annual battle out onto the street, as it were; they've loomed over the sidewalk outside the fence to the point where anyone walking past my place is walking through a tunnel of roses, a tunnel I keep having to hack out from further encroachment whenever I get the time. The tunnel was already getting dubiously small last weekend, but the roses were just coming on to their full strength, and I didn't have the heart to whack away all those just-about-to-open buds.
And then, this morning, it RAINED AGAIN.
My fence looks overengineered to most people when they look at it. They don't realize the weight of all those roses climbing all over it. Particularly when those roses are DRENCHED in raindrops. As soon as I got up for real* this morning, I armed myself with my rose-loppers and raincoat and armored gloves, and went out to win back the sidewalk from the roses on behalf of all those hapless pedestrians.
My yard-waste bin - the biggest the city will provide - is now crammed to the top full of roses and rose foliage. The sidewalk (and the front gate, and the side gate) are now safe for people to walk through. And I am drenched, sodden, and drowned in the tears of a thousand roses. I feel like I've either been blessed with fairie magic (if you've never drunk raindrops straight from a fragrant rosebud, you haven't lived fully), or about to find myself turned into a ladybug.
Perhaps both. We'll see what the morning brings.
And then, this morning, it RAINED AGAIN.
My fence looks overengineered to most people when they look at it. They don't realize the weight of all those roses climbing all over it. Particularly when those roses are DRENCHED in raindrops. As soon as I got up for real* this morning, I armed myself with my rose-loppers and raincoat and armored gloves, and went out to win back the sidewalk from the roses on behalf of all those hapless pedestrians.
My yard-waste bin - the biggest the city will provide - is now crammed to the top full of roses and rose foliage. The sidewalk (and the front gate, and the side gate) are now safe for people to walk through. And I am drenched, sodden, and drowned in the tears of a thousand roses. I feel like I've either been blessed with fairie magic (if you've never drunk raindrops straight from a fragrant rosebud, you haven't lived fully), or about to find myself turned into a ladybug.
Perhaps both. We'll see what the morning brings.
