Frou-Frou's rose is already putting out a small bud. Yellow, with a slight hint of pink at its center, as promised. I may or may not have teared up at the sight of it. Thank you, Frou-Frou, for giving me a little more beauty before the summer truly ends. It hasn't opened all the way, but I will definitely get a picture of it when it does. Maybe sooner. We'll see. Mom and I looked at flowers at the hardware store a couple days ago and I'm mulling over the options for her memorial garden. I'm thinking blue hydrangeas, white daffodils or tulips, and maybe some small, purple crocuses in front so that her footprint stone isn't totally hidden in foliage. Blue annual flowers seem hard to find, so it'll probably be a lot of white with some purple. Most of them won't be in bloom until next spring, anyway, but hopefully it'll look nice enough when it does come to life. Anyway, I'm rambling. Got to go get the birds in for the night!