I'd rather have roses on my table
than diamonds on my neck.
The air is heavy this morning. So heavy it feels as if you could carry the sky on your back.
The roses pretend not to notice. Do you suppose it's their sweetness on stems that enables them to stand up to the weight of the world? I can't be sure. My pink plaid garden boots and I checked on them this morning, wondering. (I'm battling Black Spot. My organic remedy? Mix 1 teaspoon baking soda and 2 1/2 teaspoons vegetable oil in a gallon of warm water. Spray in the morning, so the leaves have the day to dry. Black Spot? What Black Spot?)
These roses, by the way, are lavender. Soft, stunning lavender. I think lavender roses are finally free of their Bed of Roses cliche, don't you? Seems that way to me when a bouquet of them catches my eye from a sink or table.
Hope you had a lovely week. Did you? And... what happened to April? I think it passed me by as I was in the garden...
Happy weekend. -Brin
(By the way: Vee, I'm calling you. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org when you get a chance and I'll get your number and set up a time to chat. Thanks for all who commented earlier this week. We'll do this again soon!)