Oh, Oz! What a lovely rose... I will always dream of my mother's rose garden, and remember how it felt to walk among those beautiful blooms. I wish you great joy with your flowers!!!
I couldn't resist finally going outside in the rain, to work on my own weed-adorned and slug ingested garden!!! I got so wet within about 15 minutes, that I had to come back inside. Now, for some reason, I have NO electricity... this means, of course, that the pump does not work so I am also without indoor running water, although there is plenty running in the stream just out the door...
I am about to light candles and have a dinner of raw carrots. Ah, the simple life. I feel just like Thoreau... sort of...