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Roses are Red

This cutie appeared on my back porch.
He was enjoying the smell behind his ears while he weed-eated.

Wouldn't Granny be proud?

My Rand planted a rose bush for me when we moved into our house 4 years ago. It is an Oklahoma Rose (He tells people I am from Oklahoma. It is a cruel joke and so it was most fitting it be the name of my rose bush). It has never done much or been much of a beaut. We came to our summer home (we now refer to our house in Mississippi as our summer home) this week from J'Boro and it looks like it has been on steroids! It is huge and the whole yard smells like roses. Why is it that it decided to get all pretty and big when we are in the process of relocating?! So, par for our course, really. (If truth were to be told...I think my card carrying Chemical Boy spilled something not available in stores in the yard last fall and caused the recent rose growth spurt.)


This is officially the last time to do yard work in Mississippi. We thought last time was, but he got one last chance to enjoy riding the Cub on his 1.6 acres of thick Bermuda he seeded himself 4 summers ago. God love this sweet man of mine!

The next few weeks are critical for us as we decide where we will live. Pray our house sells soon and that we can find a house that screams "home" to us or settle on a lease for a short term. Together, we are very picky about our home, so this rushed buying process is not fun. We appreciate you lifting us up in your prayers. We often feel as though we are riding on the wings of a prayer, so thank you.

Happy Mother's Day, again!
Abby





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