Day Two Hundred Forty 2013

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.   ~Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Neil and I had lunch in the rose garden today. No, not that rose garden but a local rose garden. This is the view from inside the gazebo at Dogwood Park. It is surrounded on three sides by all different kinds of rose bushes and the scent in the air is delicious. The bright sunlight almost washed out all the pretty colors, but you get the idea. Apparently, a local rose society plants and maintains the garden for all to appreciate. It’s a pleasant way to spend some time with my hubs on his lunch break.

Day Two Hundred Ten 2013

Miscellaneous Monday

Lunch in the gazebo at Dogwood Park with my honey/hubby Neil ~ those cool breezes felt like fall ~ noisy there today ~ they were cutting down a huge dead tree by the picnic tables near the stage

Down my street ~ the weather today was perfection

Seedless black grapes ~ yummy but kind of dry ~ thinking about using them in some chicken salad with some apples

My Geraniums have had a tough time blooming this summer ~ they like heat and sun ~ a rare commodity this July ~ very unusual

Creepy crawly on my backyard garden flag [garden?]

Sunset in the Kroger parking lot ~ Neil was pumping gas into my grannymobile  [dirty windshield ~ must get car wash]  Neil was aggravated at the guy in the car next to us because the guy’s wife/girlfriend/whatever was out there pumping the gas while he waited in the driver’s seat ~ I thanked him for pumping gas into the car I drive every day ~ and  for still being so chivalrous [he still opens my car door for me almost all the time] Monday wasn’t so bad, was it?

There are no miracles on Mondays.
~Amy Neftzger

[I say it depends on your definition of miracle ~ just saying]