They are short-lived, but a good reminder of why we need to stop and smell the roses while the roses are in bloom.
And speaking of roses, last night at dinner (Jazzman made Lemon Asparagus Pasta) Evelyn glanced out the window, and with a sudden, enthusiastic intake of breath declared, "OH, MY GOODNESS!!!"
With mellow wisdom and understanding of his eldest daughter, Jazzman simply asked, "Is the rosebush starting to bloom?"
This morning's routine included each girl picking one.
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