They waited for me.
My never fail to delight Banks Roses.
Draping and dripping down the wall.
I was afraid I would miss their fleeting blooms.
Some years, our Spring winds decimate them within days.
My yard is looking pretty sad, this winter took it's toll,
and days of labor await.
Today is supposedly our last nippy day,
so I am heading to the studio with my wools instead
and will try to enjoy the last cool day
before the misery of the heat engulfs me.
I did not say warm, warm I like;
it is the blast furnace,
melt your mascara, make your bra itch,
make you snappish inferno I despise.
oh happy day lol