Roses...Back from the Dead (coincidentally, also in my backyard)

When I first moved to Italy in January, this rose bush appeared to be a dried-up mess, desolate and beyond the possibility of life. It was kind of a heartbreaking sight. Then, in late March, it was trimmed to the trunk, stripped of all its dead branches, twigs and withered foliage. Exposed as a truncated and stark skeleton, it seemed all the more barren and hopeless. Until spring...

The dinosaur in my backyard