Once a month, a mysterious thing happens in our wonderful rose garden.
You never see it occur, but you know it has happened. The
Italian Gardener has been at it again!
Is there something wrong with thorny rosebushes have beautiful flowering heads all over them?
Are they too colourful for our garden?
Are the too much for the gardeners eyes to bear and posses him like Medusa when he looks at them, turns him into Edward Scissorhands without remorse?
Dose the wonderful aromatic scent of these beautiful roses drive the Italian Gardener into wild cutting frenzy?
This is why most of the time you never see our beautiful rose uploaded here, by the time I finish breakfast of a Saturday morning, they have already been decapitated and strewn all over the garden. Poor things.....
So I though I capture their demise before they decompose into the abyss of the long green grass.