Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,

Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.

It's A Garden Party!

This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and was then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

If anyone would like to share their own gardening adventures with me - large or small, inside or out - I would love to see them.

Just leave a link to your post in the comments.

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Fall is in the air.
The weather is still hot; the leaves have not started to turn; but autumn is still close by.

And yet my plucky Roses keep on blooming.

How are your gardens doing?

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,

Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.

Quote of the Day

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,

Or what's a heaven for?

- Robert Browning

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,

Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.

Happy !0th Birthday, Sweety.

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,

Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.

I'm Planning A Redesign. What Do You Think?

My Wish for the World . . .

The Peace of Wild Things

- Wendell Berry

 

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

from: The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright 1998.

Quote of the Day

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

 - Marilyn Monroe

Bacall

- William Trowbridge

                  To Have and Have Not, 1944

 

Betty Joan Perske, age nineteen, gives that look,

the one that shifts tectonic plates, to Bogie,

and that’s it: Germany surrenders,

Japan bows its apologies, and that sailor

smooches the nurse in Times Square. The world,

no longer black and white, makes love

as D-Day shrinks to just a time for planting

daffodils, and Hiroshima grows Toyotas.

Harry T. has lunch with Stalin; General

Patton takes up nursing Bonsai trees.

“You know how to whistle, don’t you,”

says Bacall, as the moon sighs and the Earth

sighs back. “Just put your lips together

and blow.”

from: Put This On, Please. Copyright 2014.

 

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,

Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.