Today was the day. I started on that rosebush. You know, the wild one that crept into the fenceline a few years back. That I didn't deal with when it was manageable. (Because, Life.)
And now it has become a character from the Little Shop of Horrors, and we should all sing a song for my inevitable fate
Did I mention that its friend the honeysuckle got involved?
I figure this is a three-day project... sigh



