I have so many roses in my garden, I don’t know which ones to go crazy over! This is the Don Juan that didn’t do what it was supposed to. It was supposed to be a climber. I had pulled out bushes in a spot in front of my garage, bought a trellis, and this rose, and waited for it to climb. One year, it made a start, but now it is a rose just like my others. I wonder if there was a climber grafted and it died. The roses are gorgeous just the same.
My friend called the other night and asked if I would like to go to Rome with her and a group of friends for Christmas. We will trust that we will somehow get the tickets to mednite maass at the vetican (deliberate misspelling, sorry). When she told me the price, I was dumbfounded. I have six months to get the money together and I will. The deposit is low enough that I can come up with it.
I have wanted to go forever, all my life. I was just giving up on this dream. It is now within my reach.
This is my pilgrimage. I will do what it takes to make it happen.