Ever since the expansion of the S-weed territory, the Japanese Rose growing here at the edge of the street has been waiting for a turn on the web. This is the corner furthest from the Mall, where evidently the Weeding Patrols and Trimmer Squads perform seldom enough for the taste of an enterprising and prickly personage.
None of the kerb samples in the old part of the realm seem likely to get as far as to rose hips. This one had many.
my words today
seem inevitably top heavy...