Roses

Some days it seems like the only good news is that the roses are blooming.

Iceberg floribunda. Floribunda roses flower in clusters. This rose has very little scent.


One of my favorites, Granada, a hybrid tea rose. Pink with just a tinge of yellow.


I got this rose with Mrs. Sneed in mind. It is another hybrid tea called, Diana, Princess of Wales. Mrs. Sneed like millions of other women, loved Diana.

One of the down sides to working is that I don't have time to fool with the flowers as much as I would like.

Yesterday was the funeral for Officer Erik Hite, a Tucson police officer killed in the line of duty a few days ago. Officer Hite, age 43, was a twenty-one year Air Force veteran and a four year police officer.

If you have ever seen a police funeral, you know that they are hugely attended affairs. Even by police standards Officer Hite's funeral was big. It was attended by hundreds of officers from various agencies, former colleagues, friends, family, our governor, mayor and other public officials.

Yesterday on my way to work I passed along the route to the cemetery where Officer Hite was buried and there were already people in lawn chairs lining the route his funeral procession would take five hours later. Our high yesterday was 104.

Officer Hite's funeral procession stretched eleven miles. The last car leaving the church left just as the hearse carrying his body reached the cemetery. That is an amazing tribute to Officer Hite.






Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky