Staring at something (both Bud and Ginger have inherited their grandma's "staring gene"):
Big's looks are changing as he gets older, and he's really slimming down:
Waving to all who passed by (and yelling something, too!):
Biking, as usual. I'm afraid the helmet will become attached, but at least then she'll always be safe:
The "staring gene" again:
I really don't like roses. Maybe it's because of their cloying smell, or because of the time I wrecked my bike right into a big rose bush... who knows! Anyway, I feel no great love for them, but find myself surrounded by them. The house we are living in now has multiple rose beds, all terribly overgrown. Even though they need serious help, I feel no desire to count down however many branches or whatever to trim them back (I guess I just have no rose compassion--does that make me a bad person, or just a lover of tulips and gerber daisies?)
I can't help admiring our roses from a distance, however. With absolutely no help from me they are producing roses the neighbors comment on. So, while we were outside yesterday, I decided to take photos of just a few of the colors and varieties my yard is sporting.