Friday Fine Scent

More roses from my backyard.
Gorgeous.
Lived in this house since '08 and the blooms are the most bountiful than I have ever seen! Makes me wonder if the flowers finally got use to me?  Or perhaps my lawnmower guys pruned the bushes?  Might be a bit of both. Just know I love the flowers in my yard.  Even this little guy:

The backyard is the reason I fell in love with this house.

A house so stuck in 1975.

One of these days, I will finally get round to paint the walls--

In the meantime, I will continue to bask in my waltz with a rose.  

Stay tuned.  

Roses on the side of my house this afternoon. I think my lawnmower guys cut the bush back, because I have never seen so many blooms. This bush actually had one lone bloom in November. The lady, who lived in this house, with her husband, for over 40 years and raised her 3 boys here, loved her flowers.  I have 4 rose bushes, plus other flowers and plants I have NO clue what they are. I need to learn how to take better care of them!
Outside of  pretty blooms--today is the last day of my stay-cation. Yep. back to work tomorrow. The beauty of going back to work tomorrow is a NEW JOB awaits. A promotion at that. 
In the meantime, I am going to pet a cat and catch up on some TV. I better remember to NOT sleep in tomorrow. :)
Stay tuned. 

Shoes were made for walking....

Been in my bungalow for two weeks tomorrow. Had yet to stroll the streets of my neighborhood. Since this whole house thing started, it seems I've been every where but here. I've not had my daily walk in --well, about two weeks- So about 7pm, I put on the tenny runners and sought adventure.

I'm in love with my little neighborhood. Sure, it's older. Yet, the feel. Reminds me of the town I grew up in. I like that. The sounds. The sites. A cat sat on top of a VW and meowed at me. I stood by a bridge and thanked God for His blessings. He's shown me miracles. WOW--has He.

Made it to my street. I noticed a dark reddish/pinkish rose was in bloom, on the side of my house. I also noticed my seven year old orange tabby cat yowl from the window. Impatient was he, as I stepped in the house. So after a quick pet the cat session, I decided the rose needed to come into the house. I found container for the rose and went outside to pick it.

It's now on top of my fireplace mantel. Gorgeous. That was the only rose bloomed so far. The buds are every where. I'm curious what other flower this little lady who lived here had. I've heard nothing but good things about her. She passed away in November. Her sons sold the house--hence, it's now my home. I hope I make her proud of my own gardening.

Now--back to this rose....in the house where I grew up--we had rose bushes. One the color of this rose, and a yellow rose bush. My mom picked them so they could be on display in our home. She loved her flowers too.


Yes, this little neighborhood reminds me of home.


I am blessed.