Tuesday. Sun is shining brightly out there. How strange we arrange our lives, we are inside all day, while the day passes us by outside the window.
My favourite times are always spent "playing" in the garden. Just nothing compares to the feeling when you've got sore fingers and achy muscles and mud streaked body parts. Look around and all these beautiful bright wonders abound. I love to see the first flower on any plant. I love to see the rose bushes bursting like they are today. Will post a picture tomorrow of just how stunning they are at the moment.
Favourite smells, the very first rain of the season, and the first time the jasmine smell comes floating up onto the balcony from the profusion of bushes in the walkway.
Almost three o'clock - think its time to sneak out - dead head roses, do he treadmill thing for 40 minutes and then time to shower before going out, sound like a plan?
My favourite times are always spent "playing" in the garden. Just nothing compares to the feeling when you've got sore fingers and achy muscles and mud streaked body parts. Look around and all these beautiful bright wonders abound. I love to see the first flower on any plant. I love to see the rose bushes bursting like they are today. Will post a picture tomorrow of just how stunning they are at the moment.
Favourite smells, the very first rain of the season, and the first time the jasmine smell comes floating up onto the balcony from the profusion of bushes in the walkway.
Almost three o'clock - think its time to sneak out - dead head roses, do he treadmill thing for 40 minutes and then time to shower before going out, sound like a plan?
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Your roses are exquisite!
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