Nobody loves me, Everybody hates me!
I'm sitting in the garden eating worms.
I have a case of the Poor Me's today. No reason. Never is.
They just kind of happen. It's always a 24 hour thing – often more like 12.
There are no witty words waiting to entertain; no clever quips; no profound thoughts.
I decided to do something I very rarely do: keep my mouth shut and my keyboard quiet.
This is 'monnaie de pape' or pope's money.
I don't know what it's called in English but it gets pretty silver, transparent discs on it in late summer
The yellow are cowslips.
Don't know the name of the pretty purple ones.
I do herbs, not flowers. These came with the house.
In the Midwest they were treasured.
Here they're weeds.
I let them grow.
Violets are edible so they qualify as herbs – kind of.
My last perfect tulip!
My grilling buddy from last night.
Isn't he pretty?
At least he didn't fall into the food – he was rather large.
There, now don't you feel better?
And for all of you who now have an ear-worm and can't get that stupid nursery song out of your head – or remember the rest of it, here is a link with all of the awful songs I/we sang as children. For those of you with children….have fun!