I've been in the yard for over a week now, working very hard and
for very long hours. Walter keeps me company but also annoys me with
the continual rock fetish and whine.
Badly neglected for over a year, I knew I had to get out there
and clean it up; not back to it's original glory,
but at least respected once more.
I decided to place pots into the beds, or close by, so that
I could run drips to them. I think I got discouraged by the
demise of so many and the cost of losing so many over the years.
I've only begun snapping some photos to send the kids.
Once everything is in bloom, I'll try to remember to get more.
I sliced ( hacked) back the banks roses, filling about 8 huge bags worth of them alone,
so this year will not be the splendid dripping show as usual
but the roses should be healthier.
I look back at the enormous trees and green lawn
that once were and the dozens of blooming flowers I had everywhere,
and think about all the many changes over 29 years in this home.
It's hard sometimes, these changes, but now many are necessary.
Water issues, age issues, ability, and financial issues mandate change
whether I like it or not.
No matter though, as I am so blessed and grateful for
what I still have.
Nights are still as sweet
For now I am not using my signature Z for
the connotation is hurtful for some- instead I'll use
How it came to be: via my dear Macky
"SUZAN WITH A Z NOT AN S"
