I never promised you a rose garden

[dancinghorse]

...but one way and another, we ended up with one.

It's been a while. I've been reading and posting elsewhere on lj, but the blogging Muse has been persistently AWOL (probably on the beach with Aruba where my fiction Muse has been known to hole up when it's work time)(the pina colada bill for those two is off the charts).

We have had a very nice, almost-ten-day Camp. There have been Adventures with Family in Hospitals (OK now, and should continue OK, we hope). But! Pooka finally got his needles, and is finally doing better. And the rose population is exploding.



Pooka gets his needles:



And he is HAPPY about it:



And as for the roses...

Blue Girl, a little crisped around the edges but determined to prevail (this one survived a snowstorm, among other things):



Chicago Peace in April, big as my hand:



The garden, located where I remember to water it on my way to the barn (rosemary and Aleppo pine awaiting transplant...someday):



Today's crop, away up out of cat reach (mmmm rose-petal salad):



Featuring Tropicana, Chicago Peace, and Blue Girl:

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[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

We used to have honeysuckle by the porch of our old house in Maine. Lovely. Also over 100 feet of lilacs--now that's my favorite.