At What Point

At what point did I move from being a happy person with moments of sadness to a sad person with moments of happiness?

Anymore, I'm like Quigon, the cat on the right. I used to be Padme, the cat on the left.

Sunny Betty feels a shadow...

Pardon while I wallow in the lilies.




The dahlias try to cheer me up.



I've got a date tonight. Can I say this? I've talked to this guy twice on the phone and I have never...NEVER...liked a man's voice as much as I like this one. So...in the next six hours, I've got to turn this:

Into this:

Because no one likes a sad face as much as a happy one...myself included. Perhaps these will help...





After all, how can one truly be unhappy when one finds this outside one's door every single morning....

Garden Delights

I will have a hard time choosing my favorite lily picture for the company calendar.

Rose of Sharon spreads like a weed. My back will pay dearly for the privilege of these flowers...but oohh. How lovely is the flower...


My ever faithful favorite friend. Don't let her woebegotten face fool you. She is a loved and pampered pooch.

The first dahlia of the season...late this year because it was too wet to put them in the ground. Lots of buds...I'm sure you'll be sick of dahlias by September.

Tomatoes are ripening...I have a red one sitting on my window sill awaiting the dinner bell. Allergy be damned, I'm going for a few slices with my grandma's secret recipe dressing.

The red, red poppy from a package of wild flower seeds from last year, profusely blooming in Betty's garden.

This pic is amazing....such baggage the bees carry!



I picked green beans this morning, steamed up a mess of them with a few freshly picked snow peas. I added a dash of sea salt, too much pepper, a splash of cooking sherry and a sprinkle of parmesan. A lovely lunch.

You be the bee....

I'll be the flower....