It's my favorite time of year in the gardens. The weather has been amazing, the leaves are whispering in the wind, the flowers sweetly blooming. It's hard not to fall in love with life all over again on a day like today."Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
