While everyone melted downtown in the 4th day of our first heatwave ,I couldn't help to notice the hottest woman in town (well kind of) was on the cover of this Spanish Newspaper EL Especialito outside of Starbucks.
Jimena Singer? translation-so sorry cant, but I did a google search on her and well this must be her best photo then the ones I found.
The Heat wave was at least two weeks early and like always-I cant stand AC so it was F-ing hot,
took a few pics of the roses (1st & 2nd weeks of June are peak for Roses) before they fade out.


'Pauls himalayian musk rambler' pink then to white


I cant remember 100% Reine Des Violettes or Rosa Mundi,
The story of Rosa Mundi- "Rosa Mundi is believed to have been named for Rosamonde, mistress of England's King Henry II, cultivated prior to 1581. "


and this is what you get when the frost kills your graft but the plant comes back, the growth from below the union takes over -back to its wild rose form or root stock form

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let the clover grow, walking around bare foot in clover feels so nice and the smell of all those flowers are like sugar in a way. My old departed friend the 'General' a Brindel Boxer would roll on his back and fall asleep in it.
You would hear the old dog snoring late into the night -he loved the garden in his late years.
Around 8:30-9pm these big dark deep gray clouds appeared from the west , I ran to empty the last of the rain buckets as the winds came ,looked over as my garden gate danced with lady Zepher, back and forth with the hinges holding them back from euphoria.
And I ,like some jilted lover went over and hooked the latch ending this lustful mad dance-Why couldn't Zepher dance with me to the clouds? Maybe I'm a bit out of season, she cant have my gate its only a month old and not yet painted.


ah but the woman in the pink & black corset with stockings, Jimena.
I tip my pint glass to all the ladies who are into Lingerie,
like a soon to be lost art they carry the torch of class and elegance to an otherwise naked boring world.

It was sometime in 05 on the evening news , the cameras pan over and show Karl Rove sitting in a dream like state next to the landing gear of Air Force 1.
'W's inside waiting, waiting, and waiting secret service guys are talking into there jacket collars asking 'what should we do'- no responce , let it play out.
What was that mad man thinking about that hot day in July?
Was it some voice from the past? Rosebud?
Did it hit him like a brick? that the end was now in view and all that he could of done , good things that he would be remembered by were not to be. He had wasted his days in the sun under a spell of power & lime light, 'W's little piggy wallowed while the country started to spiral downward, but stay the course.
Into the History books he will , next to Rasputin

Ten english pounds and these hot pavement fields,
As though I'm moving to the end, am I moving to the end of your loving?



How, how did I do this?
Me, I put the wall around my heart.
Why didn't I notice such a cold detachment from the start?
Oh, the joys they slammed down and the one -in this town was bright enough.



Without joy, joy, joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.
Without joy, joy, joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.



So how, how did I do this?
Oh, me I put that box around my heart.
Why coudn't I notice such a cool detach from the start?
Oh, the joys they slammed down from the one -in this town is bright enough.



Without joy, joy, joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.
Without joy, joy, joy in the rain, yea I could feel forever the same.



Without joy, joy, joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.
Without joy, joy, joy in the rain, yea I could feel forever the same.
Without joy, joy joy in the rain, oh I could feel forever the same.
Without joy, joy, joy in the rain I could feel forever the same.





THE STEP AND THE WALK-by THE DUKE SPIRIT

Drinking and hanging out with people you know and dont know,
feeling good and just enjoy it all-
only thing missing, dancing/frolicking around with a green woman




I love watching the old star trek shows when I'm trashed #71 1969
WHOM GODS DESTROY ! Marta a green woman from Orion (Yvonne Craig)
enjoys quoting Shakespeare and Housman



"In the midnight of November
When the dead man's fair is nigh
And a danger in the valley
And the anger in the sky"



"You mustn't stop me! He's my lover and I have to kill him"



I love Yvonne Craig -even when she played Bat Girl in the Bat Man series from the 60s

It's one or the other


Now
or


Surf champ

both are 100 miles away and condition not known but only a few hundred ea.
something to sleep on I guess