We are in those brief magical days of June when the sky is always blue and my roses are blooming.
I stand in the driveway and I do not feel like a loser! I feel as if people are looking at me saying, There is the gardener who grew those roses.
Not only that but there is a rosebush on the side of the house that never blooms but is blooming now.
These are the days of the roses.
My dad's favorite tenor, Richard Tauber, in a song I remember from when I was little...