My roses are blooming in spite of the rainy spring. I pruned them last year, and gave them rose food early this spring, since I happened to find a bag of rose food spikes when we were sorting the garage. Kevin has helped a lot with the roses, especially enjoying keeping the dead ones trimmed off for me.
The first one to bloom was gorgeous but rather shy,
peeking out from deep in the foliage.
After that the yellow bush decided to go wild
and bloom with dozens at once.
And here's a closer look at one vivid yellow rosebud.
Yellow roses are for friendship,
so here's a salute to my friends.