"Julia Child" Floribunda Rose
(photo from my LG Phone)
Gardening Daughter brought me this beautiful rose the evening we buried Sweetie Pie. It eventually will be put in the ground over her grave. It's a lovely old fashioned rose, with a very strong sweet fragrance of licorice and spice (so the tag states; to me, it just smells like all roses should smell.) The buds open to a deep, sort of orangy-pinky-yellow, and fade to a light cream color (the tag states "Butter Gold.") I love it already.
GD and I transplanted a "Lady Banks" climbing yellow rose from her garden to my fence last year, but it has not yet bloomed. We shall see what we shall see. The few other roses I have in the yard are white (John F. Kennedy), pink (Dainty Bess) and one of those continually blooming "Knockout" roses -- deep red in color. I am extremely fond of yellow roses; I don't know why I didn't plant one when I moved here. Ah, well; now I have one.
Today is Crunch Day...the day I acknowledge that I simply cannot put off working on my federal and state income tax returns any longer. I have used a popular software for this purpose for several years and the process is not much more difficult than falling off a log. I probably could do it without resorting to any outside help at all, as my income is minimal and my itemized deductions no longer exceed the standard deduction Uncle Sam allows. Despite of the ease of doing it, I simply detest the process. Perhaps I don't like to be reminded of how little money I have.
Tomorrow is also a day.