Yea for:
--my front porch and especially the swing
--grass-straw dust on the breeze
--being married to Paul for 21 years
--the brother who offered to teach Paul's class last night so he could take me out for our anniversary
--Torero's in Harrisburg. Hbg has about four convenience stores, two espresso stands, and a little pizza place. Not real out-for-supper places. Then along came this nice little Mexican restaurant with great food.
--another evening home alone
--cellular phones. I know, I know, they are such an intrusion and they speed up the pace of life so much and all that. But: I can reach my husband during harvest.
--the book my friend Arlene loaned me: Approval Addiction, by Joyce Meyer
--my vibrant petunia pots hanging along the porch
Nay for:
--my approval addiction
--forgetting more than I remember
--my sickly rose bed. Some short-sighted person planted it on the other side of the grapevine so I can't see it from the house all summer and forget to keep it up.
Quote of the Day:
"If you go somewhere when it's dark, you'll come home with some kind of food."
--Steven, who saw another take-out container of leftovers in the fridge this morning
Happy Anniversary!
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous of the porch.
Also forget more than I remember.
Yea for more yeas than nays. :-)
Yea, I second that!!! Happy Anniversary.
ReplyDeleteRoses are meant to be enjoyed. . .
ReplyDeleteSo. . .
Why not just move your rose bed into a positive location?
I wish my petunia pots were as vibrant as yours. Even pruning soesn't seem to help.
Why not move the roses? I have a feeling they'd die en route, but maybe that would be better than being half alive.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary!
ReplyDeleteRoses live forever. They come back evn when you try to get rid of them! Now is not the time to transplant though. Wait until late in the fall.
An aquaintance of mine tells me we humans are more likely to enjoy beauty if we need to put some effort into seeing it, rather than having it if front of us all the time. Could one of the tribe nurse the rose bed back to health in its current location and your family could picnic next to it once a week or every day, if you like, during rose season.
ReplyDeleteThe other Sharon
Esther, you were a gift receiver because you guys were my family in Oregon. I still marvel at how you took in this stray and took care of me. The Mennonite church ought to (beatificate? pontificate? conjugate?) their first saint: your mom.
ReplyDeletethanks to the other Sharon for the idea.