Ornch is how my baby used to pronounce the color orange.
Isn’t this a pretty Gerber Daisy? My 2nd oldest gave it to me for Mother’s Day. Now that it has finished blooming I’m going to plant it in the ground with hopes of it coming back next year. And, I am going to remain optimistic about its prospects even though I’m the one who will be doing the planting. The only plants that tend to thrive under my care are those that are old and stubborn, like my ficus tree, or unkillable, such as the mint outside my back door. And, truthfully, I wasn’t holding out hopes for the mint. It surprised me.
Now I’ve got to get myself together and get over to the grocery store and then to the pool by noon, so that I can get a chair today. Oh, the humanity at the pool. It really isn’t the best place to be sort of germaphobe. But it is kind of helping the sanity-retention in other ways, so we shall sally forth.
How did it get to be the 18th of June? The summer has sprouted wings.
And that is a very good thing.