Wild Roses (or just the way it goes)
The wild roses that ring the edges of the yard would take over everything if I let them. It is tempting because they are beautiful and the scent is wonderful. The last a few weeks from mid to June into early July. Some years I have let them have their way only to see them grow brittle and die from within. Until all you have is a crown of greenery, rose hips over a unforgiving center of dry and dead thorny branches.
Still I let...
...them go. Not quite the attentive care taker or pruner that I should be. Not wanting to risk trimming away something that is doing fine now. Or unwilling to lose what grows naturally. Maybe this is just the way things are. Not acting until it is too late and all that is left is a thorny center.