Here is a gladiola from my garden that broke off from its stem. I put it in some flowering shubbery, so I could take a pic of it.
This week has been WAY too social for me. Tonight I mowed that woman's lawn after work. She stopped me and told me I'm making her retirement so much nicer. Which was great to hear, especially since she does such necessary volunteer work with her time. She normally likes to hang out and talk after I mow, but I had to hurry. I told my friend James I'd meet him at 7.
My zinnias finally bloomed. Next year I'm planting a lot more and a lot earlier in the season.
When I got to the Java House, James was sitting outside. He warned me that it was over air conditioned and freezing inside. I told him I was starving anyway, and we decided to go to a bar called George's for sliders and a couple of beers. We had only been able to hang out once in the last couple of years, so it was great to see him.
He's getting married in October and he talked about how stressful that was with all the planning and dealing with families. Then he asked me if I was dating anyone. I told him about the near misses I've had the last couple of years of trying to date - or as I like to call it, dodging bullets. We had a good laugh or 4,759 at some of the stories I told. Not to be outdone, he talked about the psycho ex-girlfriend he dated before he met his fiance' and his adventures in on-line dating. (one woman showed up on the date wearing a wedding ring - talk about your red flags). As we were getting ready to leave, I asked him if he felt better about getting married after talking to me. He just laughed some more. I'll take that as a yes.