Autumn is here, and the flowers of summer are just a memory. But I wanted to let you all see what they were like when it was still summer.
These are the window boxes that surround the screen porch on the east side of my house. There are eight of them, and each one holds five flower pots, so it takes a lot of plants to fill them up. This year I filled them with browallia, marigolds, and globe amaranth.
The deck on the south side of the house is where I put things that like a lot of sunshine. The petunias certainly liked it there.
The morning glories grew quickly and formed nice thick vines, as you can see in picture above, but then they took forever to bloom. Usually if I plant them at the beginning of June (which is the earliest you can safely plant here), I can expect to see flowers by August, or late July if I’m lucky. For some reason this year they didn’t bloom until September. But as always, they were worth the wait.
Here’s a kind of artsy photograph my husband took of a couple of my morning glories.
He posted it on his Facebook wall, and my brother, who is an artist and an art teacher, thought it looked like a painting by Georgia O’Keeffe. He asked for a print of it, which he then framed and hung in his house.
It’s kind of nice to know that even though the morning glories are gone, their beauty still lives on.
… President Obama was going to improve America’s reputation around the world? If it weren’t so depressing, this cartoon from Russia would be funny.
There was a time not so long ago that most of us can’t remember when the senior citizen vote was much sought after by both parties. We were generally better-educated, more affluent, and more involved in our communities. We felt it was our civic duty to vote in every election, primary or general, and we knew what referendums were on the ballot and which judges we wanted to retain.
All that’s changed. Since the advent of electronic voting, it has become easier to rig machines to get false totals, liberals have fought voter I.D. laws so they can garner multiple votes fraudulently, and with tens of millions of criminals pouring over the border who will be given the right to vote, we don’t seem to matter much anymore. By my count, flawed by the onset of senility as it may be, this marks the fourth time in eight years those of us on Social Security will not get even a pittance of an increase in our monthly benefits during the Obama reign of terror.
Before his accession to the throne there had never been a single year we did not get an increase. It became painfully obvious very quickly that he cared more about weighing down our system with more democrat parasites than the welfare of those who made this country what it once was. His profligate spending will crush the yet-unborn generation who will be burdened by the out-of-control spending by politicians who will be long gone before the reckoning comes due.
I used to joke that I would refuse to age gracefully, but rather be dragged kicking and screaming into that good night. I have resigned myself to the fact things will never get better because the willfully ignorant, slothful miscreants who vote for a living have become a permanent majority. Maybe it’s a blessing that my time passing through this world is coming to an end.
In her August 25, 2015, Medjugorje message, Our Lady said, “Today I am calling you to be prayer.” I’ve been pondering this idea ever since. BE prayer? Is it like being married? A full-time relationship I chose for myself? Hubby and I do a lot of things with each other and for each other, but regardless of whether we’re together or apart, talking or not talking, we are always married. Is she saying that ‘being prayer’ is like ‘being married’?