Garden Work

My friend loves to work in her backyard garden. She starts by clipping back a rose bush with one tall stalk topped by a beautiful rose.
Kind of like a giraffe rose bush with the one flowering rose on the giraffe’s head. After 45 minutes of clipping there is only the one tall stalk left, 15 minutes later there is no more rosebush.

I wonder if a backyard garden is a place where lady gardeners go to kill plants by micromanagement. Or, is my ignorance of gardening too vast for me to see the overall plan. Just so with the loss of family and friends in God’s garden we call the universe.

Are we the rosebush or a garden pest about to be sprayed. I suppose the gardener’s creed is to spray and pray. I am a novice about gardening though I love to walk and read in them. So comforting to sit and peruse some reading material in a shady garden on a bench or chair observing the plants made neat and clean by some gardener human or otherwise. The symmetry of the garden, like a piece by Mozart, calms by the elegance of the simplicity of the lines. A gazebo like a garden folly sounds like what it is. A comfortable place to sit in bright sunlight or the rain, fog would be an extra dimension of solitude.