My neighbor was out taking the insulation cones off of his roses and carefully pruning them today.
I also went out and pruned mine. (I didn’t give them any special winter insulation. They’re on their own.) And by ‘pruned’ I mean ‘whacked back the bramble hedge with a machete where it was threatening to grow out of bounds’.
(Seriously my rose hedge is approaching 4 feet tall and almost as thick)
And he was giving me dirty looks the whole time because it pisses him off so much that I pay no special attention to my roses and yet they always do better than his.
I still haven’t told him that my secret is ‘plant tough-as-nails own root old fashioned rugosa cultivars rather than finicky hybrid teas’ because honestly his quiet frustration is hilarious.
a few centuries ago he probably would have accused u of witchcraft 😉
I mean…to be fair…he would be totally correct in that…
Also my rose hedge is now 6 feet tall and his Mister Lincoln rose, which he carefully mulched and put a insulation cone on, died this year.
bears have absolutely no right to be as cute as they are. i want to hug them and pet them. big fluffy dogs, supersized
this thing is one of the most dangerous predators in north america, is bulletproof, and could kill me in milliseconds without breaking a sweat and just. look at his big ole paws and his big ole nose. his wittle ears. i wuv him
human brain: bear will kill you
monkey brain: hehe fluffie
I’m pretty sure that it’s the human brain that’s programmed to take anything remotely familiarly-shaped and ask “friend???” so in this case
You’re lying on the sofa under a blanket, lights dimmed, watching your favourite TV show. Your cat is laid across you, sleeping but purring quietly. All is calm. All is good.
but then out of the corner of your eye you spot him
Captain-Radioactive-Mentality 