While I was visiting my parents, my mother pointed out the small re-blooming rose I bought her several years ago for Mother’s Day. Last year it bloomed three times, and this year it had FIVE roses in the first round.
The emphasis is on had. Faster than The Old Man could say, “I saw two deer walking alongside the driveway,” the blossoms were gone.
It’s impossible to be mad at animals for being animals, but the roses sure were pretty. I hope they bloom again in short order.