Where have I been?
Last week was craziness. It just was. The funeral last saturday was....a funeral. Ministers in the Hungarian Reformed Church are....Lugosi like. Their ministerial robes look like they were borrowed from Lily Munster. And the accent...
Steve commented "the funeral was like any other family gathering of yours...except for the dead body in a coffin." Yeah. We're like that. We took a family picture after gramma's funeral....hey...we were all there! But we were a little bleary eyed.....not the best picture, for sure.
I am feeling so stressed out. I just am. Need time away. It'll come, I'm sure.
Spent today working in the garden. Holy moly...I am old, fat, and out of shape! But I DO have peektures....
This is the teeny tiny veggie garden. Three heirloom tomato plants, one Hungarian pepper plant, and herbs. The owl and the bunny? Kitsch factor.
Next to the porch. I planted three day lilies in the corner, and I'm hoping they take off and give me lots of flowers. There are two rose bushes in the middle o f the bed. They are renegades. I had a rose bush there that in 8 years gave me like 3 flowers, so last year, I ripped it out. And two more popped up this spring.
They damn well better flower!
Here's the side by the driveway. Ignore those tacky broken bricks...they will be going. The green masses are all daisies....Went I went flower shopping, I actually GASPED at the Gerbera Daisies....such pretty colors! So they will provide nice contrast when all the white flowers are blooming. Planted a few marigolds, since they are Steve's favorite. The rest of the bed is New Guinea Impatiens...never planted those, usually plant the cheapie ones, but Steve bought the flowers, so I went with them. If they do as well as the others did last year, it should look really nice.
That's my gramma's mailbox....hung on her porch on East 32nd street in Lorain for probably 60+ years. I think I will hang it from a pillar or something. But if the petunia doesn't croak, it'll look sweet.
My Bleeding Heart. That stupid plant is just the happiest plant ever....it loves it there.
And these are my moron cats. I was on the porch reading, and they HAD to be SURE they knew where I was and what I was doing....
And here they are again. Claude sleeps peacefully, then Millie (in back) jumps ip and walks on him, then she snuggles him.
Steve commented "the funeral was like any other family gathering of yours...except for the dead body in a coffin." Yeah. We're like that. We took a family picture after gramma's funeral....hey...we were all there! But we were a little bleary eyed.....not the best picture, for sure.
I am feeling so stressed out. I just am. Need time away. It'll come, I'm sure.
Spent today working in the garden. Holy moly...I am old, fat, and out of shape! But I DO have peektures....
This is the teeny tiny veggie garden. Three heirloom tomato plants, one Hungarian pepper plant, and herbs. The owl and the bunny? Kitsch factor.
Next to the porch. I planted three day lilies in the corner, and I'm hoping they take off and give me lots of flowers. There are two rose bushes in the middle o f the bed. They are renegades. I had a rose bush there that in 8 years gave me like 3 flowers, so last year, I ripped it out. And two more popped up this spring.
They damn well better flower!
Here's the side by the driveway. Ignore those tacky broken bricks...they will be going. The green masses are all daisies....Went I went flower shopping, I actually GASPED at the Gerbera Daisies....such pretty colors! So they will provide nice contrast when all the white flowers are blooming. Planted a few marigolds, since they are Steve's favorite. The rest of the bed is New Guinea Impatiens...never planted those, usually plant the cheapie ones, but Steve bought the flowers, so I went with them. If they do as well as the others did last year, it should look really nice.
That's my gramma's mailbox....hung on her porch on East 32nd street in Lorain for probably 60+ years. I think I will hang it from a pillar or something. But if the petunia doesn't croak, it'll look sweet.
My Bleeding Heart. That stupid plant is just the happiest plant ever....it loves it there.
And these are my moron cats. I was on the porch reading, and they HAD to be SURE they knew where I was and what I was doing....
And here they are again. Claude sleeps peacefully, then Millie (in back) jumps ip and walks on him, then she snuggles him.