Happy Memorial Day

I was at a farm the other day and a lady described to me her trips to Europe with her daughter. One trip was to (am I going to term this right?) the Baltics, Romania, Bulgaria, that region. She talked about how their government had been overthrown but they were in limbo because no one knew who owned the land and no one knew what to do with it for themselves. They had been accustomed to their government telling them everything to do and when to do it.

As a result of this tyrrany, they owned no tractors, no equipment, not even lawn mowers! Everyone was locked in poverty, and lived on a twenty acre allotment still left over from a socialist/communist regime. They spend all their waking time figuring out where to get enough to eat. Out in their area where we would have lawns were pens for their horse, and their cow. All work, all the time. No freedoms still.

Every once and a while even I need a little wake up call as to how lucky we have it.

I honor the men and women that have and continue to serve our country.

I thought it would be nice to dedicate this picture of one of my English Roses, in the lawn I am lucky to have, on the farm I am lucky to own and live on, in the country where we are free to do as we wish and worship as we wish.

This is a David Austin English Rose. It has turned really dry and hot where I live, and it's very early for that, but this rose is so resilient. This is the end of the first flush of bloom for it. I love the vibrant red blooms and they smell sort of spicy I guess, is the way I would describe it.

Have a wonderful Memorial Day and week.

~JB was here.