With travels to writer conventions, shackled to my writer’s chair (damn muse), and overly hot weather, I have neglected one of my favorite places – my garden. In fact, the petunias have been threatening an all out rebellion.
Their demands? A mega serving of triple 20. No silver serving platter, thank you. Just a treat and their favorite – conversation. Yes, I have a firm belief that all things respond to the energy of their companions and caretakers. So as I’m trimming off the old, I say, “Thank you for being so lovely.”
This year I knew that my free time would be severely limited. Some chores had to be eliminated, including deadheading. My lawn is the last one on my street to be mowed, and horrors of all horrors, the water hoses don’t always get put away. However, such is Life of a Writer. Today I hustled my butt to take some photos as the summer is quickly winding down and my lovelies are looking a bit tired.Still, you might find some photos wonderful. Let me know what is your favorite. Thanks