This rose bush even existed:
She’d climbed up into a holly tree,
And what blooms she had
Were hidden in its branches,
Twenty feet above the ground.
A wise and kindly gardener
Noticed a few telltale petals
That had fallen to the grass, and cut her back;
There were no promises she’d survive.
The next year we found foot-high sprouts
Spread throughout the garden,
But no blooms. In an act of faith,
We put a fence around them all
To protect them from the deer,
And this year she has rewarded us
With a garden full of blossoms —
A gentle reminder that the three P’s —
Pruning, Protection, and, above all, Patience —
May be vital components for healthy growth.
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