Hope Is All Well And Good

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.

This is the view to the far right of my backyard, as seen from my kitchen window. Well, as seen now. Before today, that giant of a rose filled this corner of the window and when I looked out, all I could see was green. This is a nice enough view of my little back garden, but in another few weeks, I am pretty sure I am going to be able to see the sun set from this angle. Sunsets are full of hope too.

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.