Today, with many mixed emotions, I decided to rip out a huge pink climbing rose that was growing on the side of my house. It's a bit of an understatement to say that the beast was out of control, and yet, I am a little sad to see it go.
However, after ripping it out, I found two lovely surprises:
Hidden away in that giant rose was this sweet little bird nest. After scooping it out of the tangle of rose canes, I gave it a new home in my Japanese maple tree. I don't think the owners would approve of this new location - it's now a little too out in the open for a family of baby birds. But I love to see it there, so cleverly and carefully made. Bird nests are full of hope, even when they are empty.
Although I will always miss my old pink roses, I am hopeful that I made this right decision today.
P.S. Don't worry, I still have another pink rose climbing up the back of my house, way better than the one I cut down. Hope is all well and good, but one can't live without pink climbing roses.