This is my last post about my adventures down south at Edisto Memorial Gardens.

As promised, I will share a few roses along with the fowl.

My favorite rose had no marker.

My cousin and I name it ‘Creamsicle’ because of the colors remind us of that treat.

Some of the roses had lovely fragrances. This one was also missing a marker.

These beauties were identified..

We had to play chicken with a gaggle of geese to cross the bridge.

We spied a lonely Muscovy male among the cypress knees.

My last photo is of family.

If our looks did not give us away, our giggles did.

The four of us were back being twelve for the afternoon.

I miss twelve, don’t you?

Flower