Good morning. Tina here. Lately here in the gold country we have had a lot of rain. The rain was so heavy it even had a special name, an atmospheric river. So we have been inside a lot.
However, out in the yard, a California phenomenon was taking place. Here in the midst of changeable days, wet and windy (up to 50 mile-an-hour winds), can't see past the hood of the car foggy, crispy frosty frozen fields, sudden flurries of snow, and "are we in a house or on the deck of a ship?" pounding sideways rain, some of our roses are determinedly blooming away
The bush of golden yellow climbers has two blooms.
My Joseph's Dream Coat rose below the front porch sparkles in the early dawn.
Another lovely climber is preparing to join its friends, a red rose in time for Valentine's Day?
As I sit in the living room this morning, looking out at the dreary weather, noting the rain has started up again, I think of the mid-winter roses and they bring a smile.