Jul 08, 2011 15:06
Another festival has come and gone and true love has yet to find me. Though perhaps I witnessed some young love blossoming on the dance floor of the ball?
What I don't see blossoming are my roses. I can't recall who reccommended this gardener to me but I'm afraid he has to go. I'm rather convinced he's made it his life goal to destroy all my roses in my garden. The roses that have been carefully cultivated for the last three years since I've moved here.
If anyone can tell me where to find a competent gardener who can salvage my back gardens I would be most appreciative.