Lisa said to tell her about New Hampshire but she know that Q is cute and doesn’t need to know it again. Kind of stumped me for a minute, what else is there to say about NH other than the fact that Q lives there. I’ll let you decide for yourself:
On Sunday morning, Jean and I escaped from the Sock Summit, yes they let us go, and headed out to the International Rose Test Garden. We were obviously there at the right time of the year, as there were rows of roses:
Hadn’t I had enough sensory overload from the Sock Summit Market? The roses seemed to smell nice too; I let Jean do the smell testing but I tell there was a nice rosey smell without sniffing individual roses closely.
There were yellow roses,
light pink roses,
and dark pink roses.
and orange roses.
and cream roses.
and roses that dramatically changed color as they aged.
These last are my favorite and yes, they start yellow and turn pink. It was quite stunning. Hmm, I wonder how many roses I can fit in my garden.
More pictures if you click on the RED rose photo.
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I was hoping that this forced daffodil would be flowering by today, but it was not to be. Here is one from last year:
Here is another symbol to represent what I am using for my D:
I know it is a Leek. Leeks and/or daffodils are worn by the Welsh on March 1st to celebrate St David‘s Day. He is the patron saint of Wales, of which I loosely descended (it explains the “e” in my last name) and of Vegetarians, of which I am also one. St David was a pretty cool dude who founded the Christian church in South Wales. I have visited the cathedral dedicated to him, which is in the smallest city in Great Britain, since city status there is dependent on where there is a cathedral.
Happy St David’s Day!
When I was younger, there was a Tulip Festival held every Spring in Cannon Hill Park. It was a little bit of Holland in the center of Birmingham. We used to go for the Fair and to buy Droste chocolates, Dad’s favorites. Unfortunately, it seems that the Tulip Festival is no longer held. According the Birmingham History Webring, the last one was held in 1973, which seems early. Perhaps the Spring Fair was held without the Tulip Festival and I just assumed that they were the same thing.
At Christmas, Birmingham now holds a Frankfurt Christmas Market. So we have a little bit of Germany every year. I am looking forward to visiting it with Mum in a week or so. We will buy Stolen and very expensive German chocolates, which probably aren’t as good as Droste.
It was warm here again today and I was wishing myself back at the ocean. I should get a paddling pool or something. At least then I would have some where to cool down.
Mind you, in my garden, I would also get eaten as there are so many insects. The garden has damp spots so I cannot get rid of the little biters.