A Rose by Any Other Name

Isn't it lovely. The rose bushes were looking rather sickly first come spring, but now they are in bloom, or rather just the one bloom, but isn't it lovely. I'm not sure what kind they are, but a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet right? Not completely true, but none the less its made me happy.

And here it is again from a different angle. The second angle isn't really needed I just felt the need to take it in, from all angles.

In other news the irises are alive and well and blooming like wildfire. The yellows ones suffered from being cut back twice, just because I think cut flowers are nice to have inside the house. They need to be thinned out horribly bad, but while they are so lovely they are just as good to be enjoyed. Beside I would kill them if I did it now. (Do you like how I have a valid excuse to be lazy?)

Continuing with the irisis they also come in purple, just not as many as I have in the driveway area. I find them very pretty, and they too are in desperate need of being thinned out.

These lovely ladies grow around the house and just here where I like to keep a rock 3/4 up the driveway as if you didn't know you were on clay mountain tells you who lives here.

Before we continue the garden tours of things that arew currently in bloom, I should make note that most of my lawn isn't grass, and is really weeds, and some grass sprinkled in so that the weeds look even more strange in the forever hills and holes that is my yard.

These that look like strawberry, but aren't and have a secret ungrourd root system that the devil himself giggles about perfecting are both nice and horrible. nice because they don't grow up high, horrible, because well they are Satan's root system.

I love this bush. It is a rhododendron, and was very sickly and small for 5 years. Last year it desided to get as tall as me and present me with lovely flowers. (thanks to a whole bag of poop) This year it is taller than me and goes through two flowerings before just turning into a waxy leaved giant. I I don't mind though, the flowers last long, and the bigger it gets the less grass (weeds) grow around it.

But behold those beautiful flowers. if only they smelled like something. They prove the world is not perfect, but can still be lovely.

Well that concludes it. The blooms of my yard will continue, but at the moment they lie in waiting.