Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain

Between 1:30 and 4:00 this morning, we had a terrible rain storm here in Asheboro. Radar indicated the storm just kept reinventing itself - not moving anywhere. Just as soon as it started to die down, here it would come again. Some lightning and thunder, but primarily rain. Lots of it. We had 3-1/2 inches during that time. When I went to bed the first time, this garden cart was dry.

Garden Colors

Here are some other colors around my yard right now ... the pink rose is a climber... the azalea is seasonally-challenged ...

Making Money

I think it's time to harvest my money plant. The leaves dry and appear as "coins." You rub them together and the seeds drop out - ready for planting. They don't do much good at the gas pump.

The Rose from Hell

I'm a Barbra Streisand fan. I could watch Funny Girl over and over and over. As a little girl, I sang with her records - and still find her fascinating. I know, not everyone does. And no, I don't care for her editorial comments or her politics either. I just like her movies and music.

So that leads me to the rose from hell.

I just planted two rose bushes in my garden. Yes, I'm slack - still have 3 more to go and one's a climber. They should have been in the ground by now. Of the two just put in the dirt, one is a Mr. Lincoln and the other is a Barbra Streisand.

My bright red Mr. Lincoln has such a heavenly, strong rose fragrance - the one written about by poets throughout eternity. Flowers are bold and striking against the green foliage backdrop.

Then there's the BS rose. It stinks. It's a strong sour, citrus smell. The petals are tightly wound up. It's a pale lavendar that pales in comparison to my Mr. Lincoln. And the card that came with the rose said that Barbra herself picked out this variety for her name.

Her nose works differently from mine.

I'm surprised that in this heat they're blooming. But, we have had plenty of rain and some cool nights.