It's a Peach

It is a dark, dim, dull, damp, dreary, drizzly day. And, not very warm either. 51F (10c). The bad weather calls for a lazy blip.

It took me 7-8 steps out my back door to get to this rose. The 2 roses are still in their pots...ready for a new home in our backyard.

I am not a huge fan of roses. These are my wife's babies. While I do appreciate their beauty, I hate...absolutely hate...their thorny side. The trade off is just not worth it. I'm going to tell my wife..."Please be forewarned! This may bring scorn...but...I will not mourn...any more blood from a thorn, and...(working into a lather)...AND I'M TIRED OF MY CLOTHES BEING TORN!!"

Lisa is my rose queen. Just keep me away from them.