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I Beg Your Pardon...But Here's a Rose Garden

So cheesy manipulation of lyrics aside, today has been a great start to my six-day "chuukayasumi" or half-way break from my internship. I somehow persuaded myself to go for a run after breakfast today despite of the increasing heat. Then I put myself back together and made my way down to the Forus department store, which is having its huge summer sale. So I bought some things I needed and some things I probably didn't...

Shopping aside, in the afternoon I went to the Kanazawa Rose Garden. (This is going to be a short, photo-heavy post and there won't be another until Sunday evening when I get to talk about my weekend trip to Hiroshima!) Despite the fact that it's been raining heavily all week there were still many beautiful blossoms.

Lots of the flowers had really weird names: Blue Moon, Music, White Madonna, Uncle Walter...I don't know if those are legitimate strains of roses or not, but they made for a laugh.

And now, let the photo barrage begin:

So I'll get back to you all on Sunday! Happy Early Fourth of July for everyone in the States (and happy Canada Day as well...)

ALSO. SUNDAY. USA vs. JAPAN. WOMEN'S SOCCER FINALS. IT'S ON. (And despite any suspected conflict of interest, I am SOLIDLY in the USA corner, thank you very much...)


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