My, What Big Thorns You Have!

Yesterday, I stabbed a big spike of wingthorn rose, Rosa omiensis 'pteracantha',  into a big bouquet and smiled in approval at its thorny beauty.   
The wingthorn rose continues to catch my eye and camera lens in the garden.  I carefully placed it so that the sun shines through the thorns and the thorns glow like stained glass.  Pedestrians stop and admire it.
The older thorns turn brown, so I chop my rose bush close to the ground in early spring to encourage those sexy red thorns that I adore.  The Neighborhood Miscreants haven't messed with it yet...imagine that.

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn 
Should never crave the rose.” (or the thorn)
―Anne Bronte