There have been times in my life when I battled giant bugs, or dragons or mages gone evilly wrong. I would summon all my powers and resources and figure out ways to cut them down for the good of the world and those in it.
Today I mowed a bit of the lawn and then decided I’d take a whack at the dog rose gone evilly wrong in the one front garden. So hard to kill. Even if you knock it down to the ground it springs up again forcing out through the trunk and sending up from its roots. Just like the undead or the crazed power hungering of the blood mages.
Anyway I waded in and took out a huge pile of canes. The size of the pile surprised me a lot. And now I’m left wondering what the heck to do with those very grabby and sharp things. It’s probably a good cubic yard of stuff.
While I was hacking away at this invader, it fought back of course, and even the roses I was trying to defend, a lovely medium pink moss rose that came with the house (a few straggling bits of it) reached out and grabbed me. More than I thought since I not only had to dig a few thorns out of fingers but my right arm is covered with red welts. I don’t believe it could be anything other than scratch urticaria but thee you go – I’m red and rashy. At least it’s not itchy.
Oh My I remember those bushes when you moved in. Out by the back shed. The roses were and are beautiful. Thorny yes. I had a small thorn in my finger yesterday from a wild berry bush. I am counting on having some berries if the birds don’t beat me to them. I bet the birds planted the berry bushes. Yep the constant upkeep for these things.