My rose bushes are in their final bloom of the season and they are putting on quite a show. I wish I made more time to smell them, but, you know, life.
Soon, it will be time to say goodbye to the roses, which means it will be time to close up the porch until next year. The thought of that makes my face look exactly like Boomer's when he realizes that we aren't going to get off our asses to throw the ball for him for the millionth time...
...sad, so, so very sad.
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