Is it too late to be bothered fixing up flower beds for this year? (Please say yes.) The tiger lilies and the dogwood thrive despite my neglect but some other plants are looking dejected and thirsty and mostly dead. In a previous life I must have had gardeners. My ambition gets stuck in neutral and all I want to do is big fat nothing when I get home from work and just looking at the yard makes me tired.
But it’s a mercifully short work day today and I’m hoping to get more accomplished than sleeping through the entire afternoon, tempting as that might sound.
The rain has rained itself out for now, the lilacs next door are blooming and the breeze is blowing their delightful scent through my window. Now there’s something you can’t buy in a spray bottle.
This song has been rolling around in my head this morning and I can’t seem to get rid of it. Don’t you kind of hate it when that happens? There’s no real cure, but sharing seems to ease the pain.
So there you go – it’s all yours now. Complete with lyrics so you can sing along. You’re welcome.