I’m writing this weekend. Yay!
I finished all my e-mail chores this morning, grabbed my yogurt, blueberries, and granola lunch, and by 1:30 I was ready to make a serious run at the last few chapters of my novel (for about the umpteenth time).
I wanted to leave something here at the old blog for the weekend, just so you’d know I’m not skipping out on my bloggerly duties. How about flowers? After all, no one deserves flowers more than you.
Note that African violets are one of my indoor plant success stories . . . until I try to transplant them to larger pots. That’s when I kill them. Every single time.
I wonder if I should try growing a pan of leaf lettuce or spinach in that same south-facing window. Why not? Can’t hurt to try.
I have always loved violets and lily of the valley more than any other flower. Violets covered our lawn and the orchard on the farm where I grew up. Lily of the valley hid near the house around the flower beds, but the slightest breeze gave them away by swirling their perfume about the yard.
I’ll have a new post up on Monday. See you then.