She was our heroine. She made two of the birdie putts.

Now, I can go to lunch.

Sometimes they are just a gesture of a bush, but still able to survive. These are the roses that I want to preserve.

We were the noisy group. We were the ones doing all the yelling and hollering.

I'm going to stop at four or five places on the way home to take cuttings. You never know when a property might be bulldozed or the rosebush sprayed with Roundup.

That was a good way to start. That got us off on the right foot.