2 Ways to W(h)ine

“Gardening is how I relax. It’s another form of creating and playing with colors.” - Oscar de la Renta

Mom's Old-Fashioned Hollyhocks are bloomin' up a storm.

While standing in the checkout line at the wine store, I let loose with a deep sigh. Too deep, so everyone got the impression it was one of those passive-aggressive harrumph sort of sighs ~ to indicate I was mad about something.

My New-Fashioned Double Hollyhocks are going hog wild, too.

I sighed simply because I was tired. It has been a long week and a weird one, at that. I don't know why people always assume there is more to a situation than first meets the eye. And, I really don't get why they think it has something to do with them...

Mallow, or miniature Hollyhocks, bloom in tight spots, where big ass Hollyhocks don't fit.

Because, you see, it's all about me!

My ex-husband was in town. (Eek!) My business partner wants to do a spa weekend. (Eek to the tenth power!) I'm not a comfy, exhibitionist-type naked person. I don't handle those nude sea salt scrubs very well.

Plant Baby's Breath amidst the Roses and gardeners will call you a rock star.

And, then Bad Dog ran away.
Well, he didn't exactly run away. He ditched me and the horse because he was bored with our ride. But, he zigged when he should have zagged and ended up returning to the wrong barn. (Perhaps all barns look the same to dogs?)

I was fairly frantic by the time the people, who's barn he was lounging in, realized my phone number was on his tag and gave me a jingle.

Wine Cups are exceptionally tough, drought-tolerant sun lovers.

While I was anxiously awaiting word of Bad Dog's whereabouts, I deadheaded the Wine Cups. Which gave me a grand idea for the evening. And, that's when it occurred to me... There's more than one way for women to w(h)ine.