Frustrated

With people in general. Things I cannot change and people that don't seem to give a rats ass about my personal space. Especially the tenants who don't understand the statement "Don't touch my roses." I worked my ass off to get those roses cleaned up and the weeds dead around them. My mom loved those roses and I needed to have something that would continuously remind me of her. So what if the rock garden is "stupid" looking. I put the rocks there as a reminded of how damn hard I had to work to revive the roses and they just toss them out...well buried them. STAY AWAY FROM MY ROSES, unless its to enjoy their beauty or soak in the aromas. And whatever you do, don't cut them. Thats my job. Thats when I usually talk to mom, so back off. Maybe I should build a brick wall around them, but then that would defeat the purpose of my daily enjoyment. There is nothing I enjoy more in the summer as coming up the driveway and pausing for a few minutes to count the dozens of blooms and think briefly of the love hidden within their petals.