i cut back all of my rose bushes this afternoon.
my dad helped me carry all of the thorny clippings to the side of the house.
i only got pricked by one thorn.
in my hand.
and one thorn in my foot.
i don't think i'll ever learn to NOT cut back the roses in my flip flops.
not fun to step on a thorn in flip flops.
ouch.
i got a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses for my table from the backyard rose bush.
70 degrees and sunny.
kids on the tramp and riding bikes.
picking out sunflower seeds in between.
and
my dad grilling steaks on the be-be-Que,
with his famous baby red potatoes
and brussel sprouts {grilled with bacon from the meat counter at the store--YUM} on the side.
please don't let october end yet.
