time of year. “For the rest of the week, I have my umbrella, my flip flops, my mittens, my suntan lotion, my winter coat, my sunglasses, my thermals, my iced tea and my hot chocolate.” Isn’t that the truth!
time of year. “For the rest of the week, I have my umbrella, my flip flops, my mittens, my suntan lotion, my winter coat, my sunglasses, my thermals, my iced tea and my hot chocolate.” Isn’t that the truth!
We had a bit of sadness a few days ago. My cousin had to bury her husband. They were our neighbors when we lived at aimless areas. He had a pair of mules and a wagon. Oftentimes, he would hook up those mules to his wagon, and take them around here and there. We all enjoyed his mules, but he did especially.
His funeral was a short distance from the cemetery. There was a neighbor at the crossroads with his mules and wagon. His casket was transferred over onto the wagon. The neighbor drove him and those mules down by his house where he lived many years. And, then on to the community
cemetery.
Whoopee. What a way to take your last ride here on this good earth! I’ve located the hummingbird feeder. And, even bought a new one. Hummingbirds will soon be showing up. I must soon get an extra bag of sugar and be ready. My old friend lived down the hall, recently moved to a nursing home. He was faithful to feed the hummingbirds, so I decided I would put up my new one especially for him. And, I plan to get out, with the help of my walker, and clean and fill the birdbath. It has a glass bowl that has been turned over for the winter.
Now, I know I am herring the season. That is just what I do every year. But, hear this! I recently planted three peony starts and one has pushed through the soil. I know one should plant them in the fall. So, it is an experiment, ok? You know old gardeners can’t quit. A fellow gardener here at the retirement village can be seen out these days, going all about and doing winter clean up. Gardeners have to garden. I think I have told you about a small plaque hanging there in my window. It says, “Genuine Antique Gardener … Done that, been there and still bloom in.” He said, “I walk around like everything is fine, but down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.” She said, “Not only does my mind wonder, sometimes it walks off completely.” Bye!
