A single rose
In my efforts to escape the murderous hordes of mosquitoes, I stayed very close to home. Since my vegetable garden is looking awful these days, and is mostly dead, and my mojito garden didn’t show up well, I have for you, my dear reader, a single rose. This is from my wildly growing rose that greets me every time I pull into the driveway, and gives me an instant dose of cheer. My husband is threatening to cut it back because he thinks it is growing too big. I think that’s just silliness, because it is wonderfully bushy. How can there ever be too many roses?
And with that I had the wonderful thought of planting acres of roses and starting up a bee farm. Yes, I know the proper term is apiary, but bee farm sounds so much nicer. And rose honey would have to be the nicest thing ever!