Dear Friends
With the arrival of each new season, I find myself thinking, “This is my favorite of all the times of the year.” Spring, however, has reached out its arms to encircle me with the splendor of trees fully robed in brilliant green leaves, tender grass underfoot, and the heady perfume of the countless blossoms in my new and treasured rose garden. What could be more perfect than this magical season? My rose garden was a gift from my husband, Neal. After installing a majestic fountain in the yard, he designed a circular raised-bed garden, with rock paths for both viewing the plants and for the practical matters of working the soil and removing any weeds that pop up. Within these beds, we planted a marvelous collection of my favorite roses. They…