Not my stuff

I've been looking around at the neighbors' flowers, nosy thing that I am. Here's my favorite.

I have ridiculously bad luck with hydrangeas but around here everyone else's always look fantastic.

I also find these roses lovely and reminiscent of childhood, probably because I'm pretty sure these are from a plant that looked pretty much the same during said childhood.

I know I'm going to lose my signal so I'll stop here. More later, next time we'll talk food!