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The poem by Scotsman Robert Burns came to mind when I was taking this.

My neighbors put in these beautiful rose bushes on the side of their house which faces ours. They let me know, after one of our more violent recent thunderstorms, that they were in bloom and had weathered well. Would I like to take a picture of them? For sure. =)

Here’s the poem by Burns:

O my luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my luve’s like the melodie

That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,

And fare thee weel, awhile!

And I will come again, my love

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Reminds me of my bride Karen and our love, these 30 years on.