My garden is finally starting to look like summer! I just love it when my blossoms start to show their beautiful colors! My peonies are fabulous! Their smell is just heavenly, I can smell it coming through my window in the early morning.
My crazy wild rose bush is more loaded than ever before. I had to remind the Daddy to not trim it in the spring-or else we would have no blooms! It is one beautiful bush but it is a mean thorny thing! This rose bush was from my elderly neighbor Margaret. She has been gone awhile now. It makes me think of her. The other day while I was trying to cut out a wandering start I smelled these yellow roses. I totally remembered being at my Grandpa Roses house when I was a very little girl. The side of the house seemed to be lined by rose bushes. The smell was intoxicating. I know I was small because my Grandpa died when I was six or seven and the house was moved so the freeway could come through. However, in my minds eye I remember that house, the hedge out front, the flowering trees down both sides. I remember sitting on the front step and playing around the side wondering why we couldn't go into the cellar. My siblings and cousins ran around and around while our parents sat on the front step and visited.
Grandpa always had lemon drops and peppermint candies for us. The stairs to upstairs were so very very step. They seemed to lead to the largest bedrooms I had ever seen. In reality, it was because I was so small. My Mom and eight other children slept in those two bedrooms. Two or three to a bed!





