Rescued from the dollar table, Ms. Cyclamen makes a fancy comeback.
Oh, I do love a 3-day weekend. Don't you? That one extra day seems to put everything right with the world.
Pinkie, here, is the only mini rose who likes me well enough to re-bloom.
If only we could have a 3-day weekend every week. Wouldn't life be grand? But that, of course, requires the torture of the obligatory 4th day...
Howsabout an A+ for me being DISGUSTINGLY late with delivering the goods? This Amaryllis bud is a Christmas gift that may never get to her rightful 'owner.'
That 4th day, what I call the Tuesday Blues Day, is the first day back in the office when a surprising number of people are demanding the same dang thing:
Where's the other thing you promised to do??
How they amass such a coordinated effort over a long weekend is beyond me.
Seems there's no end to Ms. Orchid's polka dot party. Two plump buds promise fun stuff.So, this Tuesday Blues Day could have been a nightmare were it not for the most amazing discovery in the kitchen window...
Oh, good Heavens! You're looking in the wrong place!
PS! Did I title this blog post 'Buds'? Perhaps I should have called it BUGS. Because that's the threat from these little white specks below...