Then the pink roses against one of the walls.
The Fourth of July roses are the ones I had been calling Firecracker Roses ever since they had first been planted several years ago. But Keith, aka Bricky from way down in southern New Zealand corrected me recently and the Google confirmed it. So from now on, they are Fourth of July roses.
Now, as to the patio. Let me thank all of you who responded to my plea for help and advice as to what to do with it. While several of you suggested the multi-colored abstract SWMBO had thought of, in the finality of it we had to consider that we just live here. The duplex belongs to the BRD and she wasn't keen on the idea of the reddish-brown being mixed up with green and blue and white. So the artist, Stephen aka the Chubby Chatterbox, had the best suggestion and we are going to go with another coat of a similar color to what's already there. It should give it the look we'll enjoy without becoming too much for future tenants, should we decide to move some day.
One other thing: While I have used the word "we" generously, I can assure you (much to the continued laughter of Dana, the Bug) that I shall avoid at all costs being involved in anything other than possibly driving the gals to and from the paint store.
