Dear little rose buds, you were the only two left
after the deer dined in the early humid haze.
I am tempted to pick you but I take a photo
instead and hope to see you again tomorrow.
In my mother’s garden
Dear little rose buds, you were the only two left
after the deer dined in the early humid haze.
I am tempted to pick you but I take a photo
instead and hope to see you again tomorrow.
spanishwoods 
Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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So very beautiful ❤
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Thank you so much.
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I am conflicted! I would love to see wild deer – but also the roses which have waited all year to bloom! I hope these are still there tomorrow!
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Yes, seeing the deer is wonderful, but it’s sad to see all the roses be eaten. Then again, we have infringed on their land and they have to eat. Conflicted is a good word.
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Apparently the roses must be hemmed in with wire. Now that’s attractive. Darn deer!
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Right. How do they eat them so efficiently with all those thorns?
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I have seen deer eat stuff in Michigan that was prickly. Tough tongue and mouth I guess.
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you!
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