a rose is a rose
June 4, 2009
My roses are beginning to bloom.
They love to ramble and roll.
My sweet father-in-law rigged up this suspension wire.
Each Spring, I wait in suspense for my roses.
Are you feeling my bliss. Take time to stop and smell the roses.
I do each time I pull into my garage. I also look for the birds in that big nest.
I think they may be Mockingbirds.