For six months of the year we go to work on cold, misty and gloomy days;
We slip down steep boggy slopes in the pouring rain,
Shake heavy snow off conifers, with flakes falling down our necks;
Fight thorny battles tying in stubborn roses: 40' up castle walls!
Wrestle brambles deeply rooted at the bottom of Rhody's
Re-stake Plants blown over in hurricane winds......
and why do we do all of this: because of these..
