Visited our rental yesterday and cleared out some some burmuda grass around the base of one of the rose bushes. My rental is a small house; we were attempting to replace the sink we took out of the garage long ago. As usual, two trips to the hardware store and a lunch break, and we were still not finished. Found on inspection the bouginvilla was blooming, a few of the other plants I planted though, did not make it past the winter.
Trimmed away some of that invasive ivy and went to visit an aunt and uncle, where we worked on their printer and scanned some old photos.
Roses, here are from ones in my yard. They remind me of the ones I planted at the house the year after my little brother Richard died. It was on Independence Day and it was my first house. After I moved they were choked out by the weeds or not taken care of, so died off early in life, like he. So full of grace he was, like the rose which was called "French Lace". Someday I'll find that one again.
