Somewhere under there is a garage
It’s finally turned nice here. We had a record-breaking cold June (we put the heat on a few times), but nice here is…as nice as you can imagine. Hot sun, cool breeze and…holy shit look at this rose.
It only blooms once a season, but when it goes over, it strews white petals like snow all over the garden.
Yeah, there’s not a gardening bone in my body. My mother used to say I had a purple thumb — every plant I touch dies. But Uncle B is an awesome plantsman. He has a greenhouse and everything. And he’s slowly making all the borders around the house explode with flowers, like slomo fireworks.
Yeah. I been out in the garden eating barbecue and drinking wine. I’m too mellow for the blogosphere.
EDIT. As requested, the Rector large and in color. The straggly bit at the right is an elder tree, the ‘blank’ spot is a blackberry bramble.
June 30, 2015 — 9:07 pm
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