So, there I was planting rose bushes in the Julie friendship rose garden...I did tell you I moved all sorts of stuff out of there...at least I think I did.
Well, this rose--pretty as can be-- was blooming and it smelled so sweet! Too sweet apparently.
Why would I say that? Because the next day, my pretty rose was gone...just gone! Not a petal remained and I didn't understand why. Then I saw it. Telltale signs of a deer--hoof prints, in case you thought otherwise. The stupid deer came and eat my blossom!
I wouldn't have thought they would. I mean they leave the Rogoas hedge completely alone, but then there are thorns enough on those to kill a moose! No deer would stand a chance eating those.
Well, at least the deer didn't munch on the other roses. They had a delicate scent and are very tiny compared to the red rose. They were obviously not to the liking of the deer...thank heaven!
Well, I still have a few roses left, if not the large, gloriously scented one. I'll just have to be content with that. After all, a rose by any other name can still be eaten!