Rose buds, garden, Roscoe

These buds are on one of my oldest rosebushes. The bush grew from a branch a fellow gardener gave me, from an old rose a friend in Alabama started after finding it near an abandoned house. It is "almost" blue when it blooms. At least as close as a rose can get to blue. I just stuck the branch in the ground and, 15 years later, it is still going strong.

Lady Banks rose

When we moved here in 1993, the back yard was a sad attempt at a Bermuda grass lawn, under shady trees. After a few years of replacing dead sod, I changed my plan. When a piece of grass died, I would dig it up and replace it with either a paver or a plant. Now there is no grass in my back yard and lots of lovely plants with pavers around them.

One of the first plants was this Lady Banks rose, a scentless climber that blooms once a year, in the Spring. In 15 years it has gotten huge and covers all of my arches and trellises. The March bloom is spectacular and gets bigger every year.

David and George

After my bi-weekly walks on the beach with my friend John, I often find one or both of these guys finishing their laps. It looks like work to me.

Sun feeder and Hickory trunk, garden.

This hickory tree sits next to the live oak near the Intracoastal. My two favorite trees on our lot.

Harley, Jacksonville Beach

My eye was caught by the catchy little message on the side of the engine. What a cheerful fella this guy must be.