Okay, to bed, to bed. Today, I dragged all these thorny branches from the front yard to the backyard, which was pretty tiring work! Grateful for my long leather rose gloves, which saved me from shedding serious blood.
Tomorrow, I chop these briars up, and then I think I feed them to the fire. That might be rather satisfying. Burn, my enemies. Burn for my pleasure…
(I’m feeling a lot of sympathy for the prince in Rapunzel, blinded by rose thorns after being tossed out of her window, and Sleeping Beauty’s princes too, the ones who tried to hack their way through and failed.)