Monday, 3 October 2011

Roses are dark pink



Had some lovely emails from friends and colleagues today - they always lift my spirits, so keep them coming.

My calendar for the week is filling up - it is great - doesn't allow me much time to wallow in self pity!

I have been pottering around the house - put the laundry away and cleaned out a couple of shelves in my closet - got some stuff to go to Goodwill.  I am not as decisive as I should be when parting with things - I should be more ruthless - but every little bit helps.  So I have decided if I can do a little bit each day, then I will not feel that my time is being wasted at home and eventually all those little jobs I have been wanting to do might get done.

I want to start on my bedroom/bathroom next - pulling off the wallpaper - my husband will kill me - but I could do a little bit at a time with one hand - couldn't I?  We shall see.

I am sitting looking at the roses that are in 2nd bloom in the back garden - beautiful dark pink colour - I am enjoyingS the simple things.  The odd rabbit hops across the lawn and the birds are enjoying the feeder.  The squirrels are going "nuts" - scampering here and there - putting pine cones in every pot - hiding the saltine crackers that my neighbour puts out for them.  They are very busy.  So life in the backyard is just a hive of
activity.

Well - I think that's it for today - unless something worth writing about happens this afternoon, I will chat with you tomorrow.

J

Roses are Pink, at least some of them are
The ones in my garden are doing well so far
Not like the Hydrangea that I planted with care
One single bloom is all that is there

There's always another season as I live in hope
I'll weed out plants around it and give it some scope
So that sunlight can reach it and I'll nurture with care
And you never know - it could be 2 blooms next year

Hydrangeas are beautiful as you all know
Although Madonna doesnt think so
She prefers roses as she stated on TV
Why can't she like both - just like me!

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