The rose bushes

Evan put some rose bushes in those pots a few years ago. They were tiny roses and I've never liked them. They were overgrown, unruly, and dominated my front porch. So I took a knife to them and cut them out, put them in the trash pile. They are gone. Done. And my porch looks so much better and open. And you won't get scratched when you come to say hello. 

It did feel a little good (okay, maybe a lot) to take those bushes out. Felt a little rebellious. Now I have to figure out what to plant there. I'm thinking topiaries. Or big, gorgeous flowers.