spring

Outside our house there has long been what seemed like the remains of a rosebush. Very scraggly and wild and prickly. I never thought much would come of it. This is what it looked like in December, back in the ice storm days:



It was always pretty ugly. Then spring came to Norman over a month ago and still nothing happened with the rosebush. Not that I noticed, cause I never paid attention to it anymore. Then the other day I looked and there were a few roses on it. Then this week it exploded with roses!


sorry about the terrible lighting.