Uncle Z ventured into his garden and took a plethora of pictures. If you are a fan of roses, pay him a visit.
Pam is hoping to inspire a new national holiday.
Some have stopped to smell the roses, but the Mustang stops to smell country stores:
The smell of the country store is not chemically defined nor is it from a single element on any shelf. It is an admixture of so many little things which live in the atmosphere of such places. As we roll down the long roads we like to stop and smell the country stores along the way.
Margo is stepping into my niche and offering some handy household advice.
(Photo Credit Uncle Z)