(Originally sparked by a gardening forum grumble and now shouted into the drizzle for all late-blooming roses everywhere.)
Every single year.
You’re minding your own business, nursing your garden back to life after winter, when someone posts a photo of their roses—in full, brazen bloom—and there you are, standing in the drizzle, staring at a thorny twig and wondering if you’ve somehow offended the gods.
THE CULTIVATED STAGE 