Got a special phone call this morning from an old friend, a Marine veteran who knew my father. Old memories came spilling out, sweet memories, childhood memories...love has to be a function of quantum particles because we felt it from halfway around the world.
I realized I had not yet posted the final picture of the completely open first bloom from Ryan's Rose.
Here's the brief story of Ryan's Rose, and here is Ryan's Desert Peace:
Semper fi
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