Keely was in a very odd mood and took us on a shorter walk that mostly meandered back and forth between six and seventh avenues before circling back and wandering through the TPD parking lot for a bit.
I think she was not feeling too well, honestly, as she eventually threw up a little and tried eating grass. I did feed her when we got home and she vacuumed her kibble up so maybe she had just munched on a bug or something. She’s napping on my bed as I write this up, hopefully without discomfort.
The TPD parking lot is long and narrow — they are not keen on visitors — and generally only has people parked there to trade of children, I suppose as part of a custody agreement. This early, though, it was empty except for the Evil Roses.
I do not know what is up with these roses. In all the many years I have lived here, all the time I spend in and out of this house, I have never (not once!!!) seen anyone tending to these roses. Not to prune or trim or water or…anything. And yet. AND YET:
They bloom ALL YEAR ROUND. There might be a week without blooms but that’s irregular. They are always blooming, just like this.
I just have to assume there is some evil power at play here, because our zone is not exactly a haven for roses and certainly not for roses that bloom year round without any kind of regular cultivation. You do not understand how spooky these rose bushes are. They are unnatural. It is creepy. Whose grave are they planted over?
If there is a rose cultivator involved they must show up at 1 a.m. on weekday mornings because I would have seen them by now otherwise. I have watched the the azaleas get trimmed, the grass cut, the driveway blown free of debris, the walkways reinstalled with fresh concrete, the trees clipped. No one has ever touched these rose bushes.
Once, they had apparently been cut back almost the ground. A month later they were back where they started. They are always this high and no higher. Always blooming.
Always disturbing.