Where Blue Hydrangeas happily bloom, Shangri-La is right around the corner.
There's this thing. It's called a resume.
I have one. In fact! I have several.
These resumes seem to work fairly well ~ for tiresome jobs such as being a strategic planner (la dee dah...) or a marketing consultant (zzzzzzzzzz!)
My last 'travel for work' experience, however, was getting paid to garden. (Hey!)

Getting paid to garden didn't exactly work out as planned:
- I pulled a weed; the house fell down.
- I didn't get paid.
- Had I gotten paid it wouldn't have mattered. I did the sad math and discovered I would have had to work a half year to earn the weekly salary of a marketing consultant.
I was so excited. I kept thinking: How much money??? When's it gonna get here???
We all know the end to that story, don't we?
So I do not, as yet, have a 'gardening resume.' But stranger things have happened. I remain undaunted, unpaid, though not the slightest bit unhappy.
There was a grand upside to hitting rock bottom. After I dropped Bad Dog off at home I continued west to the glorious coast of Oregon. Where Hydrangeas bloom a delicious blue [as opposed to radioactive pink in my alkaline soil.]
Where the sea air is fresh, clean and filled with promise.

* Hidden Object Search! Get out the magnifying glass and look close at this photo. You can find me hoisting a glass of wine in one of my favorite vacation spots: Happy Camp Hideaway, Cabin #9, Netarts, Oregon Coast
4 comments:
I do see you in that photo...funny. That hydrangea looks fake, but I know it's not. What a splendid blue! I can't believe they grow wild in OR.
Rosey
Hey, no Bad Dog? And how was the lovely Teresa?
I see you! Looking great!! In all manners of the word... :D
Hi, Jane!!!! Hey whatever happened to that fabulous guest blog post you were threatening to write for me? :)) You and Super G are slackin'!!
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