|Thanks for the roses, Grandam,|
and for the ribs
But I never got around to it until there were two minutes left for me at the Shuswap.
That is when I grabbed for the scissors and ran for the bush of white flowers in my front garden.
I have been trying to make them climb up on the pillars on the front porch.
Ron Treleaven told me that my task would not be possible, since it was a bush, not climbing roses. And he would know, for he gave me the gift.
I thought I would deadhead some of the blooms, but none were dead.
All in full glory and a pleasure to pick.
The other task that made me laugh was cooking ribs.
Wyona spotted a good sale on them.
|... too much food for the 2 of us ...|
I slipped them into my cart as well.
Weeding all day is easier when I know that the slow cooker is doing it's job and all I will have to do is finish the meat off on the BBQ and add a little sauce.
I was doing a practise plan for the summer when others arrive.