Each year, around mid-April, all the rosebushes in my neighborhood leap into glory with their first wave of blooms. Fresh from their short winter naps, every bush wakes up at the same time and puts on a fabulous first display of blossoms. And this year, my neighbor is out of the country, so she gave me carte blanche to cut all the beauties I want from her garden! Here's a tiny sampling of her pink roses, above, accented with a few of my own white Icebergs. Sitting down to work at the computer is so much nicer with a bouquet of freshly picked flowers next to the screen.
And I do mean freshly picked. This one still has dew clinging to its petals. Thank you, W, for the roses!