Neighborhood Rose

Thirty minutes of walking everyday were the orders the doctor gave me Wednesday at my appointment. So, late this afternoon we put the leashes on the three pooches and we were off and walking. Chloe walks like we're racing, so I hold her leash and we take the lead position.

The reward today were the beautiful roses at the back entrance to the neighborhood park. For the most part, these roses look unattended, but they appear to be flourishing. The one pictured here has a lovely color and looks softer than a marshmellow. Somehow it just doesn't look like a professional rose; it looks friendly, casual, and comfortable.

Good night from Southern California,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol