In 2010 Corvette and I put in an extensive garden. We built a new house and as spring approached we wanted to make the best of our backyard. It was at the time naked. Just dirt and rock.
One day we took off to the home improvement store. We bought wood, 10 bags of soil, seeds and various plants. He spent the morning building an awesome inclosure. I spent at least ten trips hauling the bags of soil into the backyard.
Gardening was one of the few things Corvette and I had in common. I say this loosely because it was the difference that kept us together.
It was a most wonderful day. It lives in my heart.
That was the first day. I blogged about it all summer and into the fall.
We moved. Life happened and Corvette went to heaven January 5th, 2014.
Last summer I neglected. I tried but my heart was not in it. Last winter during a freeze I just let go of everything, vowing to start over this spring.
Last week I did.
See How My Garden Grows. 2015.
This one is for you baby. Banana Peppers. You are the master.
Everything that you’ve ever dreamed of.
Disappearing when you wake up.
But there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Even when the night changes.
It will never change me and you.
Having a boy band fling lately.
The skin. His chest.
You breath out. I breath in. Every night.
The swing of those special hips. Optimum word. Special.
Matt Nathenson. Daryl Hall.
Drown me in love.
I wanted to post this on my other blog, but for whatever reason, I cannot log in.
My day started out wonderful. Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. The day I was married thirty-six years ago.
I felt so good and this is the first holiday/event I felt good for a long time.
I miss so many in my life. Still, I am lucky to have them.
My tire blew, I missed work.
I sat outside this morning and felt the presence of my husband. He never ever forgot our anniversary. How could he?
I may be nuts, but I watched my dog, Lucie wag her tail in the darkness.
I know he was here.
I miss him so much. I know how lucky I am.
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
Love you, Miss you
I watched the movie, Stuck in Love.
I can so relate.
I will not apologize.
I want him to come home.
I must figure this out. Fuck.
This is about Glen Campbell
I just can not get the video. You can find it on youtube.
Way worth the time.
I can relate.
I am about to completely embarrass myself. Nothing new since I am the queen of goober.
Last Saturday night I got the bright idea of sticking my hand inside of the back of my sofa in order to fix the cover.
It is secured by Velcro and always comes undone and then bunches up in the front.
It turns into a bed so I thought I could tip it up and better reach the Velcro.
Good idea until the cushion part came down on my arm trapping it between the cushion and the back of the sofa.
Yes, it hurt. Here is the worst part. My arm was stuck. Really stuck. Try as I might, I could not get my arm out.
I could not call for help because my phone was in the bedroom. Just as panic was setting in, I managed to lift the top just a bit freeing my arm.
Yes. That is the killer sofa. I am almost afraid to sit on it.
It might swollow my butt.
I love this girl. So down to earth.
I get this.
I tried to add these photos to our taco night celebration post.
Work around baby!
And Lucie’s butt.
I know I have not written much here lately. I do not believe this is a bad thing.
I just so needed the music. Tonight I want talk.
Last Saturday I hosted a taco party with family and good friends
Yep, that would be them.