Marchesa Bochella, our transplanted Old Rose, has a single wonderfully fragrant blossom and a bud to open another day. The scent wafted twenty feet uphill. What a pleasure. Will these be the last roses of summer?
Truman Jones, volunteer in the Congregational Church garden, is refurbishing our wild flower garden paths with a soft and scented carpet of pine needles. A neighborly recycling work in progress. Thank you, Truman.
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