Sunday Break

Good Sunday morning.    Momma to the rescue and what a job she did.  That little black dog will think twice before trying to tree a squirrel.    Momma may look timid but don't bother her baby . . . we mother's are like that. 

As for the roses, wishful thinking on my part that I could grow some as beautiful.   La Verne, my neighbor does, and brings me a few now and then.   She must do something right as they have a wonderful smell and so far, I think the soft velvet lavender is my favorite.    The sad part is once we pick the flowers, especially roses, they do not last.   I am lucky as her rose bushes are out in her back yard and I can look out my kitchen window and see them in bloom.   I did put in a yellow and a red rose bush, one in the side garden and one in the back.  The back one finally gave up and died but the yellow one stays alive even though the resident deer chomp the flower off every time it blooms.   I know, they have to eat too, but wouldn't you think chomping on my Rhodys is enough for anyone . . . guess not as they trot down the side of my house looking very satisfied.

So today, Sunday, which seemed to get here in a hurry, make your seconds count as you go about the last day of your weekend sprucing up and getting ready for a new week.     I am excited as my company is coming in this next weekend and I am going to enjoy the company of my friend Helen and her daughter and niece.   They are fun to have around and are anxious for a bit of cooler weather.   I have to call today and let Helen know it is more than sweater weather here, it is cold . . . we've been running in the sixties this week, with a high in the seventies as the fog bank rolls in and keeps the sun away.    My house is cold enough for me to turn the furnace on for a bit, but I wont . . . I'll fight it to the end of summer . . . no matter how cold it gets in here.    I have my sweater on and my coffee is brewing, so I am off to enjoy my favorite political analyst when "Face the Nation" comes on with Bob Cheever.  He does a great job letting us know what is foremost in the political minds, you know the ones we argue as to which one is right or which one is wrong and we know, in truth, they both are.      Go out the door today and enjoy the weather, a friend, a drink, a special treat . . . just do it and your work week will start all over again.    And . . . light a candle, donate a few bucks as the kids in the system are going to go to school this coming month and need a pair of sneakers, a pencil or two and hopefully a new top and a pair of jeans . . . give some little guys a break as they need it badly.    Hugs to all.