It late Saturday. Our renter is moving out of 809. Robert took me down to show me the flowers...my flowers...all in bloom and spectacular. And I sighed and mourned and wanted those flowers to be blooming at my house. The lupines which my Auntie Ann gave me are incredible (I'll go take a pix and post later so come back). My jacks didn't get moved. The peonies from my Aunt Carol's home on Law Road are fully in bloom the whole south side. Amazing. Then there's the clymatis...incredible rich purple growing up over the garden thingy. And the Japanese looking irises that Rebecca gave us are still down there. Man!
Yes, I know...I can't have everything up here...but I WANT THEM UP HERE! Suddenly I remember The Littlest Angel who wanted his little brown box filled with all the things he loved. Well, he got it! Why can't I have the flowers?! I ask you! I ought to call in my friends who are really good at gardens and BEG them to come help me do what I can't do. But oh well...that's not gonna happen. That doesn't even NEED to happen.
OK...Billie called. We talked about handouts for tomorrow and as she hung up, having heard me whine, she said to go do something and stop sulking/whining. And she's SO right, Bless Her heart!