- my roses are starting to bloom,
- their fragrance and color are making me swoon,
- we have begun the yearly ritual of distributing the water to the roots,
- Bruiser loves his walk,
- I read and wept over Gilead,
- I have a poem for my writing group on Sunday, and
- we are going to Idaho for a quick swing, so my dad and mom can show us the ropes of opening it up for the season.