I didn’t mean to post this tonight. In fact, it’s a very old draft. I was deleting some old photos from my media library and happened to accidentally zig instead of zagging… Thus a post I hadn’t even seen in 2 YEARS. Since there’s apparently nothing to be done with that WP reader amongst others, I’ll just allow karma be the bitch she can be and be bored with it like the rest of my readers…. And if my connection ever REconnects, publish my Monet post I’ve been meaning to share for at least a couple of months! Yes, it’s been rather busy around here, raining grapes instead of rain drops. Oh well, the grapes aren’t a bad thing! zzzz … be prepared….
I must get dressed now, it’s 3:16PM.
I am supposed to be celebrating another time and place when i was a very young, breathless, weepy, blushing bride in a Victorian dress and lacy veil. An actress in my mother’s fantasy wedding.
Wasn’t that the way it always was…?
I did get my cake with fresh roses on top instead of the silly statue of me and he! But….
The simple exquisite beauty of aging roses.
Perfection in imperfection. A lot like marriages that last a long time…