Season after season, my flowers bloomed. Then one spring, they didn't. I started watering the weeds instead. They were a sure thing. A few of my roses bloomed in spite of my neglect, so I thought all was well. But it wasn't. I was watering my weeds while wishing for my rose garden to prosper.
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If you must have roses, then you've got to be merciless to weeds, I guess. Personally, I've backed into enough thorns to consider those bushes weeds.
August 10, 2011 at 12:05 PMIsn't the connection obvious?
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