The rose bush had come with the house. She had cut it down several times, but it always grew back bigger within a week. So now she let it be. It was still growing, but now it was at the usual slow rate.
By now, it had taken up half of the back garden and had spread to the front. The wasps’ nest that had given her so much trouble last two summers ago had been choked off, and the postman wouldn’t come to her house anymore because of the thorns.
Still, the flowers each year were a beautiful sight.
inspired by this post on tumblr.