This rose is mine, now, but I did not plant it. It was here when we bought the house. The previous owner was a serious gardener.
I think roses are wonderful, but ... thorns? Not so much. I don't like thorns.
But this rose has earned its place -- it blooms every year, with no care whatsoever. Well, ok, I remove dead branches. Eventually. But I don't spray and I don't fertilize, and this pretty little thing comes back year after year, even after this last winter's record cold.
Walking. This is the yardful of garden I showed you a couple of days ago.
Another yard full of flowers. Sweet peas and daylilies....
Overgrown garden beside someone's garage. It was blurry, so I posteredged it. I like the purple and the orange, and the barely visible big leaves of various colors in the lower right.
Another day, another mosey. Still reading All Creatures Great and Small.
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