Every week when we shop I wander by the floral department. I admire all the different color roses and wonder if I could have roses in the house which bouquet would I pick? My moods are different just like flowers….mostly I like yellows and orange roses, next would be red and then pink, purple and ivory or white.
Maybe when spring comes I will find a heavy duty vase and have some flowers out on the table on the patio. I saw one of those old milk can carriers filled with vases…that may work…or maybe just an old quart jar in a wooden box.
I cannot have flowers or green plants in the house…my eyes will itch and my nose will run and I will get a nasty cough… the result of too many years in the greenhouses continually being assaulted by plants.
My roses that I had growing outside finally died…Minnesota (freeze your butt off) winters can be hard on plants.
Yesterday I got stuck in a snowbank. The snow is deep in the yard…very deep. (Waist deep) I wanted to retrieve a suet feeder (against Far Guys wishes) and put it in a tree that would be closer to firm footing. Well I busted through the crust of the snow so many times that I ended up crawling on all fours. I retrieved the suet feeder and tried dragging it along crawling. I finally sat down to re- ass-ess the situation and my butt fell through the crust of the snow…picture feet in the air along with my head. I rested and looked at the sky. Eventually I lifted my butt out of the snow and half rolled scooted to the patio. I was covered in snow, all my clothing was wet…snow had been shoved up my shirt and down my pants and into my boots. I was done being outside enjoying the snow.