Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is holding the other up, the ancient heirloom rose bush or the corner of the covered patio with which it is intertwined.
Despite always being together, their relationship is neither equal or healthy. Rose takes Wood’s support for granted, using and abusing his love, gradually taking him apart piece by piece. I wonder if there will come a time when, once he is gone, Rose will regret her uncaring, selfish ways, and miss Wood. Or will Rose just find another to cling to and draw strength from?
The damage is more visible in the first image.
Replacing the sixty-five year old covering for our old porch is on our long and growing list of things to do. It has given us much shade and pleasure for many years and we’ve tried repairs and patches, but now it is too far gone to save.