There are so many sweet scents when I go out to walk these days. I am very allergic to perfume and flower scents, but when I am outside I love to briefly enjoy the wonderful flowering trees.
I believe it is a cheyenne privet, but as it smells just like honeysuckle I will continue to call it a honeysuckle tree.
When I walk outside its sweet scent wafts along the warm breezes, enveloping me in memories of childhood summers spent in the south.
I love roses. My dad always had a rose garden wherever we lived. Growing roses seemed to be a specialty of his.
I didn't seem to inherit that knack, and remember killing off some established rose bushes when I lived in California.
A few days ago I walked across the street so that I could walk around a church's parking lot. It's boring, but I am generally by myself.
When I was halfway down the driveway I smelled them. It was the sweet scent of roses. There is nothing like old fashioned roses. They are so varied in their beauty, and someone had planted a rose garden at the church.
Now on to the important update. Trixie is a mom.
Friday she hatched two sweet baby chicks, although she is still sitting on four more eggs. Apparently it can take several days for all of them to hatch.
Trixie seems to be taking her mother duties seriously. She allows them to peck on her without scolding, and she is teaching them to hunt for food.
Tessa of course is thrilled and was allowed to hold one of the soft little babies yesterday.
The proud mom was only too happy to show them off and to share the love.