Our roses are now dead, RIP, but I took this glorious photo right before they started to wilt. While trying to snap this photo I kept pricking myself on the damn thorns. Adam kept telling me that "every rose has it's thorn." It was very annoying. funny.
After a full day of gardening on Saturday, Maureen came over for her birthday and brought with her a decadent chocolate cake. She wanted us to partake of this chocolatey goodness, and partake we did.
And since one chocolate cake wasn't enough, I went ahead and baked another for Father's Day.