My arms are cross-hatched from my time in the rose bushes this weekend. The scratches are long, thin red reminders of why I haven’t trimmed the bushes back earlier, and why I should wear a long-sleeved shirt for such projects.
It strikes me as more than a little wrong that the best way to take care of these rose bushes is ruthlessly trim them back. It makes me feel like an abusive spouse: I only do this cuz I love you, baby. I know what’s best for you. You’re getting too big for youself; you need someone to keep you in line.
No wonder I put it off.
In other news, it’s Monday! And that means a new update for the Worth a Thousand feature. This week’s entry, Storm, could have just as easily been called Dust… and my apologies if you need to drink a big glass of water after reading it. Actually, you probably don’t drink enough water, so I don’t apologize. In fact, go get a drink of water right now; stay hydrated. And read Storm. After all, I know what’s best for you.
