pitchers tuck by buddy don: hot day at the garden

looks lack this year has been tuff on them roses. mayhap twooda bin differnt ifn me n miz bd had gut by to see em in early june, when thar at thar peak, but by this saturdy, they was suffern. we aint shore why. coulda bin the heat, but we figger twuz more lackly the way it has rained up in here. no long steady rains to speak of, jes hard thunderstorms n downpours.

as innybidy that reads or looks at this blog much has gut to know, i luv takin pitchers of mos innythang. i luv gittin good pitchers of flowers at thar peak. but i also find a lot of beeyooty in thangs thats dyin or hedded thataway.

so heres sum roses in sevrull states of bein ...

as robbie burns splaind it:

O MY Luve 's like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

this here rose is rite near purpull ...


yaller roses is fer friendship ...


i luv clusters of pink roses ...


these here roses dont have that classick rose shape, but thar shore purty ...


corse, a lil wider angle shows how them roses has bin suffern ...


even when thar a'dyin, roses still have that sartin sumthin ...


i used to have a frien that writ a story bout roses of this color, witch twuz kindly a symbull of the ole south ...


sumtimes it pays to live in the shadders ...


... on a counta the sun kin be ruff ...




roses is verr fragull plants, witch thats why thar essentchul oils is so eggspensive to make ... n as ye kin see, they go out jes as sweetly as they cum in ...


a rose bows its hed ...


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