Saturday, June 17, 2006

Red roses for you

I massacred these wild roses last year, and they've returned sweeter than ever. My guilt is worse than Captain Vere's in Billy Budd. [Don't go all religious on us, for Pete's sake. Ed]


1 comment:

Ogden said...

Feargal, dear boy, when you have been hit on the head by a ten kilo guanabana you too will "go all religious". It has made me realise how lucky we are not to have such heavy fruiting trees in this climate, or else the theory of gravity might have been stillborn.