The first rose is the unknown pink now growing next to the swing. Yesterday, the first bud was open when I left for work.
By mid-afternoon, it was looking sort of wilted.
Golden Showers has opened. I love this color.
It's 45 degrees. Not much on the agenda today with Laura here. We'll putter around the yard, chatting. I'll point at things and name them. She'll hear "mmphf, mmphf, mm." She's not a plant person. The names confuse her. She searches her mind for those sounds, as if she should know what Eupatorium maculatum means. We'll have a grand time. Rain will be moving in this evening.