The pleasure I get from my roses is endless. It appears that we are coming into our last hurrahs of the season, but then I still find buds and new growth. They have been pretty, prolific, and pleasuring!
I think about the extremes of this life of mine. Here I have gardens, land, budlheas, roses, bird balls, the barn, farm equipment, lavender, the lavoir, the river and so much more just right out my door. I am very spoiled in my heaven on earth and I expect some of it to come along to New Orleans with us.
Don't be one bit surprised if you should pass by Columbus Street to find: window boxes full of flowers and herbs everywhere, bird balls or feeders hanging out the kitchen windows, a colorful umbrella and table and chairs up and out in the back yard, and all the windows and shutters open to the street with a little of Francis Cabrel's: Samedi Soir Sur La Terre floating out those windows as Sammie cat snoozes in the sunshine. And, that's only part of the picture I'm painting!
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