Every rose needs a pick ax?

how do you deal with beauty that hurts?

They seem to be everywhere. Well, not exactly everywhere, but when I’m working outside, I always seem to encounter them. It doesn’t matter if I’m out on a bike, working in the yard or walking the dog, I can’t seem to evade them.

I’m talking about brambles, thorns and burrs.

All the little pricks.

Whatever glory they’re protecting, or flower or berry they support? They’re not worth it.

Roses?

I hate roses. Every damn one. If I had divine right power, I’d order all rose bushes destroyed. I wouldn’t be doing this to save a princess. That is unless you all think I’m the princess here.

Roses may be beautiful and blackberries are delicious.

And the stems they grow on hurt like hell.

They are not worth the pain.

I’m attractive for the thorns. They attack me and tear away my flesh.

With brably pricks, their flowers may be beautiful, their berries sweet but their barbs are viscious.

At what point do you decide that this thing that I’m handling poorly and which hurts me, do you decide that plants like tha…