In the ground they go

New rose, in.

I grabbed the shovel and watched where my dear wife Karen carefully pointed her finger this past weekend.

Settle in, rhododendron.

Into their new home dirt went the gifts from Elisabeth and George.

They look comfortable.

Knock on wood.

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