Anyone looking at this photo would thing "oh a rose, nice" or some such thing.
Well they would be wrong. This is not a rose, this is a symbol of the passing of the thing I hate most in life (besides Ray Martin) - WINTER. Winter with it's freezing cold, it's grey sky, it's bitter winds, women who insist on tucking their jeans into their boots. I detest it.
This rose also symbolises the beginning of my beloved - SUMMER. Oh fair summer with your blue sky's, your heat, your light breezes, your thongs (on my feet, not my arse).
Finally I can stop staring out the window and sighing at five minute intervals. I can now go to bed without my matching Kmart tracksuit which my partner finds oh so alluring. I can smile again with my sun chapped lips. Heaven.
So that's what this photo tells. Oh and that I need to spray my roses for Black spot.
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