Deja Vu!

Unbelievable. Today, I again had one new black rose. So again, it was a product of the same two blue roses that produced one yesterday! Either it’s a freak coincidence, or I accidentally stumbled onto a “hot spot.” If any new black roses pop up in this spot, I’ll be sure to post about it.

A new black rose produced by my two blue roses.

Black Rose from a Surprising Source

One new black rose popped up in town today. But the interesting part is that it didn’t come from two red roses, or from two black roses. Its parents were both blue roses!

I had set them by Scott’s house, waiting to be put into storage. (Scott stores many of my hybrid flowers). It hadn’t crossed my mind that blue roses could be used to breed black roses too, so they’re not going into storage any more. I want as many black rose “factories” as I can get, so they’re staying right where they are.

Friday Night Forest

While watering my flowers tonight, I noticed that a lot of my black roses had wilted.

Several wilted black roses in town.(And yes, those are black roses even though they look purple in the picture). Apparently I forgot to water those yesterday. I didn’t lose any because none of them were wilted yesterday (it had rained the day before), but I’m going to have a bunch of new gold roses tomorrow since I watered them with the gold watering can today. I didn’t really want to turn them gold just yet, but it’s no big deal since it’s something I was going to do eventually anyway.

At 10:00, I opened my gate and T.Zelda came in. We ended up doing some fishing and stuff.

I caught a barred knifejaw! Did you do something bad?A little after 11:00, T.Zelda mentioned that it had been an hour and no one else came. And literally, as soon as she said that, Jorge came in. Bushido joined in about 10 minutes later, so I had a full house. We had a lot of good laughs, with some unfortunate acronyms, some accidental intersections, licorice fights, and more.  I also learned a lot about Dr. Pepper, Antonio, watermelon tables, and Tom Nook. (Sorry if you don’t understand any of that, it’s pretty much all inside jokes. You had to be there).

Rolling over a series of golden beds.Jeff: It's a wagon wheel!