When you live in Cow Town or in the Valley, there are no rites of spring. None.
We go from shit deep in snow, colder than a witches tit in December to summer.
If you follow this rag of a blog you'll know that it wasn't long ago that it snowed here. Over the past few days we've had upwards of close to 100 here in the Valley to a record high of 106 in Cow Town on Saturday.
It's summer. Ding! Make note of that.
No spring - or summer would be complete without a picture of the assortment of roses the wife has in the garden. She has a story about every one of her rose bushes. I ask, how do women keep track and remember this kind of stuff. Like I remember which plant was near and dear to some member of my family? The wife does.
Maybe this is why they're from Venus and us guys (right, Fox?) are from Mars. To my fellow Martians out there - it's okay! Drink your beer and don't worry about the small stuff. The women from Venus will take care of that.
It's close to 100 in the Valley. It's summer. I'm loving it.
2 comments:
gorgeous roses, Bob!!
and it sure is hot there! it got up to 83 in Hotlanta today so summer's just around the corner for us down south too.
Have a great week! :)
The roses are beautiful! I could never grow roses, any plant I even look at dies.
I'm glad someone is having nice weather while I am snuggled up here in my electric blanket trying to keep warm!
Ms SD
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