The Last Rose of Summer Blooms at Charred Oaks Inn …
'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh. The signs of fall are all around the horse capital! The leaves are turning bright orange and gold; the monarch butterflies are heading south; the apple trees at the Eckert Boyd Orchard are laden with beautiful fruit; the cool mornings trackside at Keeneland are magical as the ho
