Oh dear, will I have another week of late posts? They say better late than never (one Saturday I said, “Better Lame Than Never,” and thought I was pretty clever) (but perhaps I flattered myself). If only I was not too brain dead to make a decent blog post, and that is becoming a chronic condition. Could it be my age? SAY IT AIN’T SO !!! But I must not obsess over that. I talked about being old yesterday; if I keep doing it, it will become, you should pardon the expression, old (although we did establish yesterday that old people repeat themselves).
She is awesome, yes!
One reason I have been feeling extra down lately is that my bestie, Kim, is moving across the country to Colorado. It may be a very good move for her, but who will I go on Mohawk Valley adventures with? I know, I have gone on many by myself, and some with my family. The blog will survive. So will I, I am sure, but sometimes you have to allow yourself space to say, and feel, that this is a real bummer.
I do love flowers.
I thought I would put in a more cheerful picture, to end today’s post on an optimistic note. I am determined to have a container garden on my deck this year. Perhaps before Kim leaves town she will have time to wander around The Flower Barn in Ilion, NY with me, choosing blooms and herbs (sticking in a shout-out to a local business).
I see I am over 250 words. I am going to bill this as a Tired Tuesday and drive on. I hope today will not turn out to be a Wuss-out Wednesday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 