Tuesday — back to work after the long Memorial Day weekend.  I’m grateful to have a great job — but I sure did like the long weekend.  Time with my family.  Time in the sunshine.  Spending time in the garden gave me the chance to notice — my roses are about to B.U.R.S.T with color.

This evening as I made it home, after the long drive —beating the thunderstorm home — I noticed the first rose blazing pink along the walkway.  I love the tiny bit of pink amongst thousands of buds.

A promise of all the wonderful yet to come.  I think this is what every day is.  A promise of wonderful….yet to come…..

Ciao for now….Diane