Recently, dear readers, me and my Mother have been planting flowers like some sort of nursery. Roses, Impatiens, and all sorts of pretty little annuals. And guess what? The seeds of the vegetables have taken root, and my beanstalk is reaching up towards the heavens. Those watermelon seeds that were sown have come up too, and I can't wait to eat a harvest of my very own red, watery watermelons (but would you believe that they take 90 days till harvest time? Oh me).



I never knew, or maybe really thought too much on, how lovely and wonderful a rose smells. If dreams had smells they would smell like roses. Pink roses at that.