I am having a hard time believing that today is the last day of June. So much of June was spent waiting for the rains to finally let up and the sun to come out. Once it eventually did it has been a mad dash to try and get caught-up in the garden. Like everything else, the roses are blooming a bit later this year. I have two roses in the big garden, both planted decades ago by the original owner. While I have no idea what their names are, I certainly am thankful that I get to enjoy them each June.
The first is a hot pink beauty. It has a horrible time with black spot in wet years and responds by dropping its leaves. It has had a tough year this year, and isn't as full as normal. That said, it is still lovely to look at and if the wind is right you can pickup its soft, perfumed scent in the air.