Plants you dislike

Don't get me wrong I like Rose flowers (in other people's gardens) it is just the plants I detest.
I think Roses are the biggest scam ever pulled on the gullible, of all time.
If I offered you a plant which I described as being a leafless twig for 6 months of the year (They are here, from early September to late Spring, not a leaf in sight); having more diseases than a Hospital, more pests than any other plant, needs a huge amount of chemical treatment to keep healthy and pest free, has thorns which can give you Tetanus or at best a nasty wound, needs a huge amount of pruning and produces prunings which are hard to dispose of, and finally has flowers which turn to mush when it rains, would you buy it? Bet not, but say Here is a new Rose!" and every one rushes for their wallets. Con trick or what?

 

Ah, winter. The smell of good earth as you crunch over frosted dewey grass, the hoar-rimed trees* looming through morning mist, deer curious, searching and staring through waving long grass as the first soft snowflakes tingle on your nose, the air clear and priming the throat as you throw off your scarf for a malty pint in the warm leather chair by the pub's cracking apple-wood fire.
Heaven. Not to mention an end to hey-fever, losing my sunglass, the constant search for shade, flies in your bitter, H. I. running from wasps, battling weeds, the sight of middle-aged men collecting their Sunday papers in flip-flops and nightwear, tubby females assaulting my vision with bare mid-drifts, grannies sporting mini-skirts, carrying water wherever you go to starve off dehydration, the bloody sun lotion, dawdling tourists blocking the pavements, being woken up every night by mosquitos and stinging sunburn.

Another reason for deciduous!