See my pretty rose. It's not the standard but smells wonderful!
See the tiny worm who will die if he hurts my pretty rose.
Hubby and I have reached the conclusion that there just might not be a typical garden this year. Last year we struggled thru a drought. This year we are catching up on our rain that we missed last year. That's Jack and Ruby running thru the mud like wild animals.
Moma's Lily's. I look forward to them each year. I don't think we ever get used to losing our momas.
We cut this shrub way back last year. It belonged to my Aunt Lillian.
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