My sweet lil red pick up from when I was a kid. Not sure why I still have it all these years later. It could be due to the fact that I have a hard time letting go of things. It used to get in everybody’s way when I was a kid, and I got threatened quite a bit that they’d toss it out if I didn’t take care of it. Little did I know back then that they sucked at keeping such promises.
I don’t typically go out and get the roses in time. What usually happens is that my mother reminds me repeatedly, until one day I finally go out. By then I find that all the petals had fallen off and they’ve turned into rose hips. Which is okay enough, since you can make jam from rose hips. And tea, if I recall correctly. But anyway, this time I got to enjoy the multitudes of red, healthy roses, happily welcoming me into their side of the garden. *pats myself on the back* And then I clipped ‘em. *ouch* And pulled their petals off. *double ouch* And then we made rose petal jam out of it. *drool* Of course. At least they were once happy.
My favorite part about Corona del Mar, and which is why I saved it for last. Actually, second to last. I promise, this is almost over, and then something new! I’m in love with the rocks at this beach though. Not a lot of the beaches have rocks, where I’m at, and seeing the water make a splash as the waves crash against the rocks is so much fun.