Guest Post by Tiffany Rosenberger of The Nesting Project
to the mattresses
Taking it to the streets
Coming out swinging
Say it the way you want, but I have
declared WAR on the person who mows our
This idiot recently murdered one (I'm
thinking manslaughter) of my David Austen Roses by mowing over it. (Seriously?
It's a BUSH!!)
But the rose is a fighter…and I respect that.
It put up a new shoot and fought for new life. I then set out to give it all the
attention it needed to get back to full strength. I played the diligent Florence
Nightengale act by watering and feeding it as much as possible. It was doing
Then it was time to mow the lawn
I gave my husband one thing on his to-do
list. MAKE SURE YOU INSTRUCT HIM TO STAY AWAY FROM ALL CULTIVATED PLANT LIFE.
So the mower was instructed to stay clear from my roses specifically. Last night I came
home from seeing Julie & Julia (one of my new favorite movies) and I saw my rose
bush MURDERED again. This time it was first degree murder. A meltdown quickly
To use a reference from my favorite
cult movie “Swingers”, IT'S ON, my intelligence-challenged mower…IT'S SO
ON….The alert level has been raised to red. It's now time for horticulture
My top choices are: rocks around
my roses, metal spikes pushed down so he can't see him, and firing him – always
an option but not nearly as fun.
Photo of David Austin rose by Scoobymoo.