Somehow, by the time I sit down to read my rss feeds and other blogs at around 9-10pm, I've forgotten what day it is and everything that I was planning in the early hours or when trying to go to sleep last night. I'm constantly amazed how other bloggers can write almost daily and turn out incredible prose (Haiku) and witty posts. By midnight ... I run out of time. Oh well, maybe I'll figure it out someday. In the meantime...
I am grateful this blessing - my Rose Garden , my Charlotte Rose that grows right outside my window. In memory of my little Angel
This was 3 years ago ... not long after we finished
I am very grateful for the plentiful precipitation this week (Last night) though it caused a lot of damage to many homes not far away.
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Wow, the difference a few years can make. It's so pretty.
The last photo is even better with that little cutie in it. :)
I run out of time too....can't figure out where it all goes. Your yellow rose is beautiful.
Hugs!
Just beautiful roses!! You have quite the green thumb - not me so much. I love to garden and I love to try, but I'm not so good with roses. Your back yard looks beautiful and such a darling picture of your little sweetie. Have a great weekend - see you soon. Kellan
Beautiful! :)
What a gorgeous garden and a beautiful way to remember your angel! I am adding your link to my post :)
Beautiful garden and cute little one!
A rose garden...
I. AM. SO. JEALOUS.
It's beautiful...as are your babies in the pic featured in the previous post!
Hey - come by and see me tomorrow - I have an award for you. Kellan
What a simply gorgeous garden!! And such a lovely way to remember your angel. :)
oh that's wonderful. wanna run over to the States and help me out?
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