I’m gonna take a break from my bathroom demo posts for a second.  I’m sitting here in my home, looking out at the growing garden.  We had a massive dust storm this week and everything is looking kind of beat up and well, dusty.  I’m a sucker for a pretty rose and just planted these last week.  They smell as good as can be and remind me of my Grandpa and how he always gave me a rose from the climber that he had by his front porch.  One smell and it takes me back there, to his warm smile and rough hands.

My dusty roses.  I love them.