Grant’s been begging me for a long time. I finally agreed. The roses are gone. Sigh. . . . I just don’t think I’m cut out for maintaining a rose garden in the south. Too much black spot. Ironically, our neighbor was about to dig up his roses at the same time. The peace rose was pretty puny. A bad root system.

And as we kicked out the roses, we discovered a new molar in somebody’s mouth. Eureka!

cklewis on June 5th, 2005 | File Under Love | No Comments -