My life is part humor, part roses, part thorns.
~ Bret Michaels

It’s been… a week.

I feel like I’ve been saying that for months. But this week has been a bit more than the usual stress, with another problem landing on top of my ever growing pile involving insurance bureaucracy, twisted metal, liability questions, and a few minor injuries.

So, while the universe continues to throw bricks at me and I’m taking an enforced slowdown to recover, it seemed like the perfect time to stop and smell the roses. And what better time for that than June?

Roses have been blooming in abundance everywhere I turn: in my favorite park by the river, outside the doctor’s office, growing wild beside my running path (which has temporarily become my walking path), and just outside the window beside the chair where I usually write these posts.

Some are newer hybrids. Some are fragrant beach ramblers. Some are wild and sweet in the woods. Some are old-fashioned cultivars, likely growing in the same spot long before I was born. I love them all.

So I’ve put together this little photo rose garden for you to slow down and stroll through.

Enjoy.

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