A Gardener... I am Not

I love flowers.  I love my rose bush.

My rose bush is not in love with me.

I felt really bad for it and my little raspberry stick.  (It is a start from my Grandpa Thomas' house and I was so excited when I saw that it had lived through the winter.)

I took pity on them.

The spiders did not like me invading their home and getting rid of their shade.  They came out with a vengence and I quit here.

It looks a little better, Yes?