My roses are saying, Hi!
It is a welcome greeting…
Since their last good bye;
It is like our first meeting.
I hardly recognize the gems.
Their faces are brand new.
Smiling with sprouting stems…
Buds are baptized with dew.
I tidied up their bed yesterday:
Removing lifeless dead debris,
Pulling ravenous weeds away…
Bathe in sunlight and grow free.
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I enjoyed this because I love flowers too. Roses certainly need some tending too but the rewards, as you point out, or worth it. It's surprising how well they thrive even in colder weather. It's the dry weather that troubles them.