Roses are not always red.

Sometimes they're pink,  sometimes they'er purple, sometimes even yellow.


Today, they're pink......ish.

These are some seriously sweet smelling roses.

They never stay on my bush for long.

I love the delicacy of the petals.

Even the buds are really cute.

And they make a pretty sweet rose petal jam.  Which is really more of a syrup.

It's going to be so sad when they go into hibernation mode for the winter.  But, at least I have my pictures.


Hope the sun is shining on ya!
Marisa

Flowers help depression.

So, I found out today that I did not get the job that I really wanted, and well, nowhere else either.  I knew and still know it's going to be tough for me since, well I've been a housebitch for the last five and half years, and no matter how I transfer those skills onto a resume, there are millions of recently unemployed, with a better job history than me applying for the same jobs as me.  

So I'll just keep on keepin' on, cuz life's a garden, dig it?!

Speaking of garden, here's some of my favorite shots of my flowers.  They help with the "being completely unhirable" depression that I'm wallowing in tonight, along with a few glasses of wine.  Is there a job for professional wine drinkers out there?  How about professional whiners that drink wine?

Naw, I'm not a whiner, I'm a whinner winner and that place can kiss my ass, I'm too good for them anyways.

My first pink rose of the season.  Isn't she lovely?!

I have no idea what this is, but I have a few of them.

Ummm, I though primroses were winter flowers.

These smell delicious.  What job rejection?

My favorite tree in the yard.

Well, I think I feel a little better, plus, my car went bye-bye today to get fixed so things have got to be looking up.

Till tomorrow,
Marisa

Foto Fun Friday.

Apparently alliteration and phonetic spelling go hand in hand, with me.  It's who I am.  I once tried to write an essay using nothing but phonetically spelled words.  Do you know how hard it is to learn to write, wrong?  And why aren't things spelled phonetically?  Why isn't, at least the word phonetically, spelled phonetically?  Shouldn't at least that word be spelled fonetikalee?  Isn't this post supposed to have something to do with pictures?

Oh yeah!

Yesterday, after dropping the kid off at school, for her two hours of socializing, I arrived back home to see that my big cat had a little tiny baby bunny cornered.  Now he knows, that if I'm there, he's not allowed to touch.  So, I went over and saved this gorgeous little creature, put him/her in a box and let him sleep off his/her shock, while I let the big cat take me to the nest, from which the sweet little he/she was abducted came from.  Which he did.  After a couple hours of dozing, little Hopper, yes I named him/her, this is me, was doing just that, hopping around in his box and I took him/her back to the opening of the nest, where he/she eagerly crawled into to join his/her siblings while waiting for Mama to come back to them.  BTW, are bunnies smart?  I ask this, because we've had cats, forever, two-three at a time.  Why do bunnies decided it's a good idea to make a nest in our front yard, forty feet from our front door?  Just wondering.

I didn't take one single picture of any of this event.  Not even one of the baby bunny.  FAIL!!!

But........
I did manage to get some other pictures while I was out filling feeders. 

Here's Theo in alll his red headed glory.

My Deimos. So handsome.

I love these trees.

The just scream beauty.

This little guy just looks so cute in this tree.

Casanova.  Hard to believe that he's a bunny snatcher, isn't it?

That's a huge bumblebee right there.

Take off!

Then stop for a drink.

Hope y'all have a great weekend!
Marisa