Judy and I just got back from a local burger place where the burgers are old-fashioned and greasy and the French fries are to die for. Probably had a million calories. The cholesterol would probably take down a moose. But if that was my last meal, I could die happy.
I just took a picture of my nearly two week old mums. Yes, nearly two weeks old. They look better than the cotton lace bow even, which is starting to droop. These flowers have true staying power. And all I do is change the water every other day.
It looks like this big black hen is giving this little rooster a good talking to. Wonder what he did to deserve such a pecking? Oh well, he looks like he’s standing up to her pretty well. The other one is clearly staying out of the fray.
This group on the other side looks much happier.
This small painting is on the wall of the dining room. I picked it up in a junk store. I am ready for the real thing. The flowers of spring time. I bet you are too.
I’m sharing my much-ado-about-nothing-much with Elaine’s Sunny Simple Sundays.
