Although it is supposedly Spring, it feels like
Summer. Our garden is dry, we have NO water
and yet, the roses give me presents every day
Climbing 'Black Boy' or to be politically correct,
'ethnically challenged individual' on pergola.
Fading Spring, one of the last Ranunculae
First bud on a hardy, bullet proof Rose:
'Bewitched', a bundle of perfumed, long
stemmed delight with long vase life.
and in full bloom,