The Massacre

It’s always a sad thing when I dead-head my climbing roses, especially my pride and joy, a red rose that reaches 6 metres up and 4 metres across the side wall of the house.
When the job was half done, I looked down from the dizzy heights of the ladder and noticed that the petals looked like spilt blood…


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2 responses to “The Massacre”

  1. tommyjoe14 says :

    Heartbreaking but… By the way who was holding the bottom of the ladder for safety?

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