|Lamb's Ear surrounded by sage, holly and wild rose|
Today is my day off. Mondays and Tuesdays are my 'weekends off". The only thing I have planned for today is a dump load delivery of top soil for our three river birch trees that we had delivered last Monday. We didn't have the dirt delivered last week because of the rain. So what is it doing today? Yep, it's raining. Maybe they will deliver the dirt anyway. Bill and I would like to build that mound of dirt up around the newly planted birch trees before the hot weather descends upon our coastal home here on the eastern shore of Delaware. Now I see the sun streaming through my window. It's going to be one of those days.....rain, clouds, then sun then back to rain. One thing about this kind of weather, it makes for a lush, green landscape.
The plants in the picture are two of my favorite plants....sage and Lamb's ear. I brought the Lamb's Ear with me from our home in Pennsylvania. I like to keep the connection going between the two homes. By the way, yesterday an open house was conducted at our former home in Pennsylvania. A few months ago our former home was sold at a sheriff's auction. The former owner couldn't keep up the monthly payments so he walked away from the once beautiful property. Our former home, which we used to call "Whispering Pines" is now a Grey Gardens. So sad. If I wasn't working yesterday, Bill and I would have attended to the open house. I look at the pictures posted on the Internet of the interior of our former home and am reminded of all the history that took place in those rooms during our twenty-five years of residence. Now it is empty, ready to be rescued and brought back to life. If I had the money I would buy it back.
Someday in the future, after we're long gone here this home will be for sale. The new owners will have no idea of all the history that is being made right now at this home. I figure we have at least ten good years here. At least I do. Bill is 82 so he would be 92 years old. I would never have believed that I would be living with an 82 year old man back in my arrogant youth but here I am. Ten years from now I'll be 79 years old. Wow. Now that is Serious Old. But I plan to be around, still pumping out my blogs and experimenting with new plants in my back yard. Now that we've passed yet another End of the World deadline, I can plan. By the way, any word from Harold Camping? He's being very quiet. Maybe God's talking to him, explaining why he postponed His plans for the end of the world.