Roses and our Garden.

The daffodils are out already. My dad calls them Daffy-down-dillies.

My dad and I went and picked out roses for our front garden yesterday. I chose a white one with blush edging (Kordes Perfecta), and a dark red one (O. L. Weeks), and my dad chose a brilliant white one (Anastasia). He ripped out the bushes which were overcrowding everything to replace them with the roses. We already have a peace rose in there as well. So I will have my fill of roses this year, especially since they are by my bedroom window.

The Alyssum will probably take over our garden again this year. I'm not sure I like alyssum anymore. It smells really good if I get a stray whiff now and then, but all the time is a little overwhelming. I remember when I first smelled Alyssum, I was up at school in Logan and I walked by the school library, there was whole plot full and a light breeze brought this heavenly smell to me.

I also love a weed, it is part of the mustard family named Moricandia. It only grows in early spring and usually in disturbed earth. It smells wonderful, my cat used to go roll around in it and then he would come and rub against my face and I would smell those flowers and sun on his fur. It was wonderful!