In the early spring I cut from relatives back half a snakeskin bag rose flowers, going to put it in their hometown of farm house around. But because of the children to read, so I haven't had time to I planted my roses, and hurried back to the town
DR REBORN.
Back before, I repeatedly told the husband, remember those roses plant in time, it will be good to even though the husband has repeatedly promised to. But I still worry about his will in which corner and forget them easily.
The second after the start of the weekend, I was eager to return to their hometown, to want to have a look at the present situation of the rose. When I was in the fence, the eaves, or weeds, see the trickle of the dusty rose, a hanging heart just drop off, although it still I had to pick back, without any change, but it was kind of down, I am happy for them, I think the rose went to the place where they should go
DR REBORN.
All things grow in the spring, as if always let people hear the sound of the rapid filling up for vegetation, in the green grass and the joy of wild flowers everywhere, always can let people taste the sweet smell of wet air, I think those roses planted in spring country, it must also can feel the warm arms of the infinite nature!
Waiting is a long process, every time go home, I will be the first time to see those roses, I want to know far away from the metropolis, to avoid the crowds she grow roses.
Half of spring, I see most of the budding rose, long branches, but there are still a small part, or a polished rod commander, it seems to drain the water atrophy a lot, this is definitely not a normal phenomenon, I specially pull up, carefully looked at under the root, the root or roots, not be stained with a little dirt, don't say take root germination, but I can't find it wither. Then ask the uncle farming, just know, hard land, must dig panasonic dirt, like vegetables and then buried firm root. Oh! The original is not roses too don't live, but his own carelessness
DR REBORN.
Survive rose leafy, breathtaking, and the whole summer, day after day I look forward to it out of the first times the buds.
It is summer now, I think I can stay on the farm every day, look at those rose in bloom. While waiting for me to take the child back to the farm, the rose has left, I asked my husband how be to return a responsibility? Husband say eaten by the big rooster! Husband is light in a word, in my heart, it is hardly lost. I still don't believe, in front of the house are all tender grass, why did the chicken will eat specially picked these roses? Murphy's that promiscuous cock to sent the affectionate hen mining? Later after my careful observation, the bud shoots
is eaten by the big cock, fat. Found the real culprit, in the heart of the big cocks naturally indignation extremely, but helpless. The door of the house with two solitary tree roses, at any time in the leaf tip the deformity is the cock, I got some bamboo made it around again good, I hope it don't be chicken. I think I already did their best to protect the ability. Because there is no experience, because of the disappointment, so disillusioned, it also lazy to do it again.
Hot summer passed, and all things slack autumn comes, do not know when, at the gate of the rose branches have imposed a red and bright rose, followed by a, two, three, was open. Surprise, truly, I say to the husband: "the door open for three big, bright roses, and the corner of a white, yellow has two large, and turns out to be the same above long! Good magic ah!" "Is not some flowers? Make a fuss!" The husband you hungry belly big eat large pieces of food. Yes! Is some flowers! Some can't fill the stomach and not buy goods, is not worth it. The husband every day busy farm size, when you eat, should be thinking about plans for tomorrow, how can he have to focus on the grounds that some flowers?
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