I was meandering around my yard yesterday and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw this Rhodie; a perfect puff-ball of pink petals. Planted a couple of seasons ago, it has finally come into its own. Worth waiting for don't ya think? Sorry, the official name escapes my muddled mind at the moment. I try and keep a small garden journal for such things, because I'm good at forgetting details like this, however, no time to dig it out this morning. We've got "Bitty", our 3 1/2-year-old grand-daughter staying with us during the day so mama can get the rest she needs.
Baby Olivia is doing fine, no jaundice at all and already gaining weight. We were in sync with matching pink outfits this morning. Sigh. I could stare at this face forever.