For Memorial Day we went hiking along the Upper Rogue River Trail. It's one of our favorite hikes for kids: miles and miles of level trail for them to run back and forth along. At an elevation of 3000 feet, the temperature was perfect. Looking at these photos, it seems like much longer than a week ago that we were out there.
The Rogue River is narrow and fast near its source. It runs all the way to the Pacific, changing its character several times as it goes from a narrow channel to a lazy river to world class whitewater.
This photo was taken at a favorite park.
Abe and Gibson made each other laugh by both trying to get a drink out of the drinking fountain at the same time.
This "Dublin Bay" climbing rose has dwarfed its trellis. It exploded in blooms this week and is covered with literally hundreds of roses. Brandan gave Becky this rose bush as an end-of-residency present and we kept it in a pot for a couple of moves. It was one of the first things we planted in our yard and it has thrived ever since. This summer marks 5 years since we moved here. We're not as extravagantly delightful as our rose, but we've thrived as well. We've grown by 2, been well fed by the natural beauty around us and basked in the warmth of true friends.
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A neighbor gave me a rose for my birthday and then we found out we have to move. I've been fretting over whether my rose will survive till we have a place to plant it. Your rose gives me hope. Ruth
5 years. I don't know about you, but our four years here went quickly. We are glad you are here. I remember when we first met your family when we moved in.
Your rose bush is beautiful.
Isn't it so amazing how a little plant can thrive and stretch across a yard? I like your roses as a simile of your current life experience. I'm glad you're all thriving so beautifully there.
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