I came home from work the other day and Mama Splatts had finally had enough. It was Dooms Day for the rose bush we have in our backyard. We have never cut it since we have lived in this house… 5 years. It was close to being 8 feet tall. When it would flower the weight of the flowers would cause the the stalks to bend all the way to the ground. Well… it’s been butchered!!
So now I am left with a big pile of rose bush clippings that have spikes on them would probably penetrate a rhino’s skin. Trying to stuff them into a black plastic garbage bag, is like getting cob webs off your face… damn near impossible. Even with gloves on my hands would be loaded with stab wounds.
Nothing like a morning burn session…
My DIY Washtub Burn barrel worked great!!
Even though rose bushes look nice, smell good and all that… Why in God’s Green Earth do they have to have them evil thorns on them??!!! I should just rip the dang thing out… My Dad convinced my Green Thumb of a Mom to do it, so I’m pretty sure I can get Mama Splatts to let me rip it out. 😉
Just kick back on the deck with my coffee and watch those evil thorns burn
I scavenged up some other branches and crap and just kept feeding the fire. Doing a little springtime burning is all. Rumor has it I’m not suppose to burn in city limits unless it’s for religious, cooking, or a warming fire… Well, if they ever come by I’m gonna tell them it’s my religion to burn stuff…
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