Matt, Maggie, meat and the new smoker.
These irises close up each night. I didn't think they did that.
My gorgeous rose bush from the neighbor's yard. It is 35 years old, but survived the move across the alley a few years ago. Notice I managed to get a fly in the picture too. There are at least 25 blooms open right now. *sigh*
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