Friday I placed a dozen roses on Joanne's grave. Each day since I have checked to be sure the wind hasn't blown the vase over. And today? The vase stands upright with thee rose blossoms. The other nine? Eaten by deer! Why nine and not twelve? Who knows? Joanne's not the only one to like roses. 😊
It reminds me of when I tried to grow roses at our house in the Minneapolis suburb of Golden Valley. Something kept nipping the rose plants off at ground level. Puzzled by the culprits for awhile, eventually I learned that deer were grazing on the roses.
May departs on a beautiful day.
Takk for alt,
Al
Today's view.
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