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Middleboro Roses

         There's a pretty rose in one of my rock gardens.  During the spring, I dutifully trimmed off the dead wood, so we got between 20 and 30 blooms, instead of the 5-10 we had last year.  Mind you, I'm not sure whether the plant is just happy to have received attention!
          Driving through town last week, I noticed many roses of the same shade scattered throughout the town,  scarlet drops of color peeping from yards on main streets and back roads.  I've decided they must be Middleborough roses.
         Saw a fat little honeybee this morning, leg sacs bursting with pollen.  A happy event, given the disturbing trends exhibited by honeybees worldwide recently.  The fireflies have been flashing their neon green Vacancy signs amongst the stars, too, and all the usual small denizenry have made their appearance-a baby black racer snake (yay!), a garden-or-garter snake, interesting little toady guys hopping across the driveway, the fantastically colored dragonflies who land and seem to power down, as their great wings jerk evenly groundward...