Lucky you. I was going to write something political (I did, in fact) but after mulling it over for a day, I decided that whatever I have to say isn't original, you've probably already heard it from somebody else and frankly, aren't we all just worn out from it all? So I deleted it.
Instead I'll show you a fun thing we've done in the last twenty-four hours.
|Our back yard - note the wheelbarrow Beloved has allowed me to use|
as a flower planter. It's Marigolds this year. Last summer it was Petunias.
Meet our new Weeping Willow tree (slightly off center in the photo). We bought her yesterday and Beloved planted her late this afternoon in the 92-degree heat -- we just wanted to get the task done! I have nicknamed her "Cry Baby." (weeping, cry -- you get it, don't you?)
I wanted the kind of Willow tree where the branches reach up, heavenward. We had one of those in our last house and when the wind would kick up, the branches would move and sway and it reminded me of the song that says "the trees of the field will clap their hands" taken from Isaiah 55:12