A Couple of Letters to Some Things Around Here

Dear Creeping Charlie,

Good god!  Is there any place in my yard that you are not?  I hate you and took great pleasure in pulling you out.

Aunt B.

Dear Roses,

Wow, I don’t think parts of you are just supposed to break off in my hands.

Concerned,

B.

Dear Cats,

Thank you for leaving that dead mouse right where I could step on it.  That was nice.

Grr.

B.

Dear Red-berried Thing in my Front Yard,

I hope I didn’t kill you, but you’re looking pretty bad.

Sorry,

B.