A very low-key, mellow day; I worked in the yard and tended my garden of Native plants. I recently planted a wild yellow rose which I uprooted from an abandoned farmer's field near Long Lake Road. About a year ago, my auntie Janice asked me to get some yellow roses for her garden, but I never followed through until a few days ago. I got one for her and one for me. It's kind of a silly thing, but I prayed in the sweat that our roses would survive. It would be a wonderful blessing and a reminder of my uncle Sam's spirit.