The First Roses
The first roses are blooming in my garden. I think this is the earliest I've seen since we moved here 10 years ago. I have no idea what kind of rose this is - but it has a delicate scent and blooms prolifically throughout the summer, if I continue to deadhead it. Unfortunately, black spot is rife here and my roses are infected with it already.
After a week that began with rain and cold, the sun began shining midweek and the temperatures warmed up considerably. A chill wind coming off the water meant we were happy for our jackets and long pants, as Little Miss is modeling above. She would run straight into the waves and is not frightened by the ocean's vastness at all. Bubbles, rocks, seaweed and sand fascinate her.
Flocks of gulls stood on the beach, all facing into the wind, their feathers ruffling. This one looked out to sea, probably thinking, "When is the wind going to stop? Mrs. Gull is expecting me home to do my chores soon."
Happy Memorial Day to my American friends. I'm linking to Mosaic Monday at the Little Red House. Thank you, Mary, for hosting us once again.