Thank you. What nice suprise. Leslie I love The wonderful color shades of your new climber . Aprille , I just love that dark red with purple. I have never seen one like that Dark lady. I have 5 Mr Lincolns this year and hopefully I will get some blooms as nice. Thank you Neicey , Carol and Judith for the ooohhs an ahhs. Can't wait!

Happy Birthday, Karl! For those of us who have been coming here for years, we know and appreciate your generosity in sharing your knowledge of growing roses. We all "Thank You" for that! May you enjoy many more years of rose growing. And, here's hoping that those nasty JB's stay away this year!! Best Wishes! Rose Here is a link that might be useful: Happy

Happiest of birthdays to one of our best gardeners! Hope it's a day of celebration with a little rainstorm at the end just as you're drifting off to sleep. You're always a delight and an inspiration. Paul's Himalayan Musk Rambler from Anne Belovich's garden: Sue

I live by the saying "Every day is a gift from God", but three months before I turned 20 it hit me I wasn't going to be a teenager any more. By the time my birthday came around it didn't bother me a bit. The only other decade birthday that bothered me was my 40th. My Mom had passed less than a year before and I somehow felt leaving that decade behind was leaving her behind too. I'm looking forward to "retirement". Other than being paid to write for a website's blog, I haven't had a "job" in almost seven years now. I don't think of myself as retired until my hubby retires and we're both looking forward to that. Gibby wow! You most certainly have the right kind of attitude. I think part of the reason I feel that every day is a gift is because I almost died twice as an infant and toddler. Happy upcoming birthday RoseAbby & Marlene I've a March b-day too. Ha ha Annie! I've been that way for years. My Daddy was too. And if you really think of it once you hit a birthday you are really living the next year of your life. As in when you are 49 you are living your 50th year. I'm like RoseAbby in that I am never sure what age I am. I'm always having to count the years in my head. Snort at your last comment about not remembering what you learn. Ellendi made a point that has bothered me. Looking back I think how fast the time has gone, makes me sad that there is less to live ahead of me than there is behind me now. I'm so sorry to hear of your diagnosis BillyGoatJoe That, pardon my french, sux!