During the last world war the government encouraged all the farmers to plant multi-floral rosebushes as fence line so the soldiers could have the surplus fencing made into ammunition. Our grandpa planted these impenetrable bushes around the perimeters of the grazing fields. The problem today is that the roses have taken over the countryside and become a bane for my dad and his bigger and bigger brush hog. There is only one week in June when they flower and fill the air with sweet sensations.
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