While I am a great admirer of flowers, I don't enjoy gardening.
The woman who owned our house before us (pre 1985) was a great gardener. Only a few of her plants have survived a lack of care (and an overgrowth of trees, hence a lot more shade).
One is this rose. With no care at all, this rose lives on. It blooms in the spring, and in the fall -- a handful of blooms in each season. I love the color, and I honor its hardy persistence in the face of abject neglect.
Walking in the neighborhood. Looking straight up, on a very nice day, capturing a crow near the middle of the pic, between us and the wispy edge of a cloud.
I don't know what this is. It reminds me a lot of sweet alyssum, but I think it is a perennial......
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