The purple Lenten roses blooming along the sideyard looked beautiful with snow on them this morning, but why do they have to hang their heads like that?
To be honest, I've never peered beneath before. I've always just walked by and whispered, "cheer up, would you? Spring is coming!" They never listen. For some reason this morning I thought, "I bet there's something special under there." This is what I found. Wow! Can somebody give me an Amen? Amen!