My mother has about a dozen rose bushes along her driveway.
(I think I planted most of them)
She has a magical touch to growing the most aromatic and beautiful blooms
a.l.l. s.e.a.s.o.n. l.o.n.g.
Last night around 10:30 pm, as I was backing out of their driveway
My headlights cast a beam on the neatly and perfectly pruned, spiky rose branches
It is time for me to get out my gloves
(would love a pair of these) or these:
And start pruning AND oiling my roses.