It's been a long week. In fact, my head hurts a bit after 1000 miles (or hours. I get those confused) from Savannah.
But we are home. And it's quiet.
The good news is: it's sunny and warmish in Naperville.
The bad news: it's quiet.
The good news: the house is clean.
The bad news: we managed to trash it in 11 seconds.
The good news: We were gifted with a gardenia bush, in honor of my mother-in-law. It is wonderfully fragrant. And alive. Hoping we can pot it up and set this Augusta Radicans on the patio. Gardeners: please chime in with advice on maintaining this plant in Zone 5.
The bad news: it's quiet.
The good news: Beth dropped by with banana bread. Thanks, Beth. It's delish. Also, Donna dropped by with more toys for Zach. Thanks, Donna.
The bad news: there are ants on the bathroom window sill. A lot, apparently. And my chief critter wrangler is headed out of town on business. Which means the frogs and locusts can't be far behind.
The good news: Paul McCartney's new CD came while we were gone. It's fabu.
The bad news: it's quiet, even with Sir Paul in the background.
I promise a genu-eyne post soon. I'm still feeling a little bit fuzzy around my edges.
Thank you for your wonderful words and many kindnesses to our family. It has meant so much.
5 comments:
I'm shouting to disturb the quiet!!! Then, I'll be quiet so you can get the rest you surely need. Take care. ~ Maureen
I treasure the idea of plants in memory of loved ones. My first such gift, a rose of sharon, produced a "baby" that became the centerpiece of one of my two Memory Gardens. The other garden is lush with memorial hydrangeas. But sorry to report I can be of no aid re: maintaining your plant, except to say TLC usually does the trick.
Sadly, though I call myself gardendiva, I have had no luck in growing gardenias up here. I have heard humidity and misting is what they like, but mine have always gotten the vapors and fainted away as soon as I brought them home, like a true southern belle.
Oh, I know that quiet. It's the loudest when you come home... we'll so miss Bandit.
Oh, I know that quiet. It's the loudest when you come home... we'll so miss Bandit.
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