Amelia and Julia had never seen so much water.

For a few glorious moments they were water dogs.

These pools aren’t constructed to last.  It was one of their sharp baby claws that doomed it. But we had a few, short moments of summertime bliss.

Each morning for weeks I awakened to an incredible bounty.  Hundreds and hundreds of blooms from three antique rose bushes.  So many that I had the incredible luxury of picking a bouquet just for the night.

The cold wet winter brought forth this simple abundance, so rich and stunning.