I’d, CHOPPED of that rose bush out back, and now, I’m, replanting it again (uh, get REAL, as if I OWN a garden here??? Yeah, right!!!). I’d, carried out the half-grown bushes, with the thorns, but not buds or flowers yet out to these god DAMN holes I’d made out back, right next to the back fences (uh, as if I live ANYWHERE NEAR a fence???).
step 1: make that HOLE in the ground…not my photo
And, I’d made, a “beginner’s mistake”, by NOT putting on those thick, hard-to-penetrate gardening gloves, and just, started, grabbing at those stems of roses barehand. OUCH! SHIT! What the F*** (maxed out, remember???), was what came afterwards…
Step 2: Placing the Bush into the Hole…
Planting these roses, so I can feel, some sort of an achievement, after they started, flowering, right? But, why would I want to, WASTE my precious time, looking after something that I have, absolutely, NO interest in (yes, we’re talkin’ ‘bout gardening here!!!), and, why am I, planting something that’s so prickly, that can puncture my fingers when I touch?
add the water, and the proper nutrients…
Planting these roses, call it a test of my IM-patience if you will! I’d never had any KNACK over these sort of things, I’d much rather, stay indoors, and, watch everything change outside of my windows instead…
And yet, here I am, planting these roses, and, they (whoever “they” may be!!!) tell me, that it’s good, that I’m, working in this god DAMN garden, when I have, absolutely, ZERO interest in gardening, or planting anything, watching it grow, wither away, die, and, come back to life again the next season.
then, hopefully, VOILA!!!
if you get lucky, that is…
Life, the Obstacle Course 