You might ask on what woodland trail I was walking when I ran across this beauty. The answer would be there was no trail. Only the slate tile of my sun porch was underfoot.
All of my bachelor’s buttons are blooming now. Inside. But it’s been so wet and cold I’ve hesitated to put very many things out. (I have on flannel jammies at the moment!) It seems cruel to stick them out to be pummeled by the rain. The rain that is coming again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. And they’ve not experienced anything outside of normal human comfort climate control.
Tonight I mowed the yard. It needed it desperately. Now I need some pain pills desperately. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but I like the continuity.) Apparently lawn mowing is not a recommended post-surgical activity. Monday was three months. I thought that was sufficient time. The fact that my mid-section hurts tells me otherwise. Whine, whine, whine.
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