Omelette for breakfast, anyone? (I detest eggs, so this was all for my husband.) Mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, orange bell pepper, garlic, red onion, jalapenos, sausage (from a wild pig Phil killed!), and cheese.
And my antique roses are going bonkers with all the rain. I've decided my garden works best as a Darwinian cottage garden. Low maintenance, rambling, full of good-smelly-things, and if you survive, more power to you. If you don't, I'm not stressing. My antique roses are called "antiques" because they're often found around old houses, cemetaries, etc. after decades of neglect but still going strong. Some of the roses I have in the back yard are strains over a hundred years old. All are intensely fragrant and all bloom all spring, summer and fall. No pruning, just a little compost dug into the soil, and some water here and there.
This one has flowers about 2-3" across that start out butter yellow and fade to white as they age. The whole plant is about ten feet across, maybe eight feet tall. The hazelnut, pear, apple and orange mints have gone wild underneath.
Best of all they've thrived despite jiu jitsu, the jealous mistress.
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