Monday Mud

Soak to the soul rain today. More in the forecast. Lawns needed the drink, so all is OK. Especially because the work day is over, my trash is by the curb, plus Dancing With the Stars to hold my attention.

A couple things. First, the Time Magazine pictures of President Barack Obama, in my opinion, are wonderful! Goosebumps still rise on my arm of the event on November 4, 2008. The man is not Moses. I admire what President Barack Obama attempts to do with the issues of our nation. Issues, by the way, he inherited. These pictures make me smile. I am so grateful I continue to experience this History.

The other thing--to get out of my comfort zone. Pondered it all day. The steps I can make, which includes to register at a rec center where a discount is given to my demographic. Heck, they even offer Tai Chi and ballroom dance lessons to members! How cool would that be? Even AARP gives a discount for car and home insurance for my demographic-so a quote will be asked for---ASAP!

Granted, I've not exactly embraced this 'golden' age as I should. Yet I realize, regardless of age, I chose to be forever golden. So I best get over it. Got things I need to do. Discounts to get. And He didn't bring me this far to leave me.

Then snapped pictures to show off one of my rose bushes. Notice the beauty a little rain and a traipse thru some mud will get ya?

Not bad.

Backyard Bloom

Love my backyard.

I bought this house for the one thing I said I didn't want: a yard.

Now, I can't imagine myself without one. OK. Sure, the check to the lawnmower guy, every other week, DOES help. Yet the yard is what sold me on this house.

The lady, who raised her sons in this house, loved her yard too. One of her sons said his mom tended to a vegetable and herb garden until she became too ill. Then was just able to tend to her flowers. The greatest gift his mom left me(outside of the circa 1970's appliances because I had zilch) are the blooms that come back every year.

Last April when I moved in, I was too emotionally drained to pay attention to the yard. This year is SO different. I have some small trees, just a bit taller than me, leaves for decoration. Three rose bushes, my wisteria, gladiolas, little pink and lavender flowers sprinkled everywhere. There are other plants and flowers, the lady, who planted them, would know their names. I must Google to learn them.

I wonder if I could have done what the lady did: plant and love these plants from the beginning? Maybe I can accent what the lady started? She might just sit on the bench under the wistera and smile.

I love my backyard.