Spring Flowers, Fragrant Roses, Green Grass, Heartless Thieves
Capable of digging 100 feet a day… or is it an hour?
Tag Archives: roses
“Show Me The Place” as if there was one…
If there was a place… Somehow I think not.
Again I have been made too ill by the drugs to continue my chelation therapy. Now we are moving to compounding some dreadful EDTA combo that’s “new”. As far as I know, EDTA isn’t new but I give up.
Cohen’s lyrics speak to me…again.
Sometimes I Forget To Look
There are small gifts along the path. Sometimes I forget to look. The early blooming roses in my courtyard. An internet connection that is faster than a rusting satellite drifting out of orbit.
Lions and Tigers and Awards, Oh My!
I’d like to offer this award to a few bloggers I know.
A couple I’ve known for 5 years through our blogs but
please feel no obligation if you don’t want to play.
Susan
Mel
Ron
Granny~Fiddler
Silvia
If you are reading this and would like to participate in this award,
I give it freely to anyone who will answer the questions with a link back to moi. Thank you, Mary, for thinking of me! I had fun keeping up my end of the bargain despite my whining!
Courtyard Roses
In my courtyard, these hardy roses seem to thrive in the heat and dry winds of the Sonoma Mountains in Sonoma County, California.
Why I Love (and hate) English Roses
When I pick roses for the house, I pick lots, put them in a large vase of fresh water and set it on an even larger platter to capture the dropping petals.
