Sunday, December 20, 2009

Love is shoveling shit

My sweet DH spent the morning shoveling cow manure to be composted for my roses. One of the good things about having a cow pasture just an acre away is the lovely manure to compost for the roses. How does he love me?--let me count the shovelfuls...

Speaking of roses, I've decided to add 2 new roses next year:

http://www.growquest.com/rose%20section/floribunda%20fragrant_wave.htm

http://www.growquest.com/hybrid%20t%20st_patrick.htm

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I suppose that your definition of love changes as you get older...

Florence said...

It does indeed grow to include many more aspects as one grows older.

Anonymous said...

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