Roses, Roses every where.
If you live in South Australia, you would know how beautiful the roses are this year.
Granny brings them inside, de-prickels them and puts them in a vase, then a few days latter she chucks them out. I don't.... don't... understand her at all.
If she wants to smell the roses why doesn't she go outside, because there is plenty of perfume out there.
Now I bet two bob, that you think this rose is a painting... Nup...
Granny went to the rose show and took some photos.
These are not in our garden
Some one!!! we don't know who!!!! must have very soar fingers de-prickeling all of these roses
Now this is our famous Sydney Harbor Bridge with the opera house in the forground (Well it is make out.) Just in case you think a sheet is water??
Granny wants this rose in her garden.. Well first question... Does it have prickles.
I am sick to death of prickles.. Every time I chase a ball it goes under the rose bush. My beautiful fur gets all tangled. and guess what????
Bears have blood too.
I have been all day chasing the earwigs off the roses. They get inside the flowers and have a chew.
Oh well I need to come inside and get de tangles and de scratched.
I have the sneezes from all the pollen.
A working bear needs supper served up to him.
Toast with honey and peanut butter.
Plus a big mug of warm chocolate milk.
I will see you all next week when I have stopped sneezing.
Granny picked this rose from her garden for all her family of followers.
My thought for the week.
"If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose,
you must accept the thorns which it bears"