Early this morning I was feeling fine. A pretty sunrise with no wind and I was ready to start pruning the really big roses in back. First up beauty Kathrine Morley who is over 10 feet tall. Things were going along fine until a cut piece twisted and stung me in the forehead. I didn't think much of it until I saw all the blood on my glove. I was wearing 2 pair. One soft goatskin and big gauntlet welding gloves over the top of them. I ran in thinking I had a big cut but luckily no. But it did make me glad I had eye protection on. Why do all the prettiest roses have to bite the most? I guess I need a hard hat for these tall ones.

Stay safe friends, you never know when a rose will bite.