Indeed, that’s what makes it a “green and pleasant land”. We lived in South East Asia on the equator for a decade and missed the four seasons, so I so I shouldn’t compain!
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Great poem Cynthia! This reminds me so much of myself…my wife would totally identify with you on this !!!
Hope you are doing ok.
Oh….and by the way, your bouquet is beautiful.
I think there is comfort to be found in your husband’s response. ‘Real’ Men often don’t notice things like flowers and decor. I bet he only has eyes for you! x
I think he bribed you to write that comment! I hope your summer goes well, dear Karen. I wanted to make the Rasberry Vinegar, but couldn’t find 2 lbs of raspberries for less than a queen’s ransom in the nearby stores. I haven’t given up. (The raspberry bush in our garden doesn’t yield enough.)
Raspberries are terribly expensive to buy here too. I have so many bottles of Raspberry Vinegar and would love to give you some. It is sooo good on icecream! Except I got a little too enthusiastic in pouring some on a desert for friends the other day. I added too much and everyone started coughing!!
Yup, I guess I should look at it that way, David. I wonder: would you have noticed the flowers? I’m betting you would, being a lover of flowers. But then again…
That’s so funny and made wonderful in poem form! It IS an artful little arrangement and chenille + wicker = the popular shabby-chic look, right?:0)).
I loved this!
Thank you!
Ahhh, how sweet! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
You are welcome.
I’m so pleased you still have your lovely chenille. How are you? Hope you are coping okay?
I’m hanging in, Clare, and giving thanks for all blessings. Today was a lovely day, weather-wise.
My prayers are with you my dear.
I really appreciate that, Clare. Thank you.
Gotta love them 🙂
Sweet poem, lovely flower arrangement 🙂
The arrangement is beautiful, and a wonderful poem to go with it!
My thoughts and prayers are with you too. Keep hanging in there!
Such fun! Sounds just like something my husband would say!
Proof that men and women are different. Something to do with the rods and cones in their eyes. Honest! Reams of info on this on the net.
I guess it goes to show we don’t all see things the same way – whatever the reason! Thank you for the smile, and the flowers.
Love it! Thanks for sharing .. 😀
So sweet…. 🙂
Thanks for making me smile on a wet gloomy in what’s meant to be our famous Bristish summer.
My sympathy, Kate. But then again, that wet gloomy weather yields great gardens, no?
Indeed, that’s what makes it a “green and pleasant land”. We lived in South East Asia on the equator for a decade and missed the four seasons, so I so I shouldn’t compain!
Great poem Cynthia! This reminds me so much of myself…my wife would totally identify with you on this !!!
Hope you are doing ok.
Oh….and by the way, your bouquet is beautiful.
You’re one of those men, eh? Hah!
So good to hear from you, Garth. I hope you and your family are well.
I think there is comfort to be found in your husband’s response. ‘Real’ Men often don’t notice things like flowers and decor. I bet he only has eyes for you! x
I think he bribed you to write that comment! I hope your summer goes well, dear Karen. I wanted to make the Rasberry Vinegar, but couldn’t find 2 lbs of raspberries for less than a queen’s ransom in the nearby stores. I haven’t given up. (The raspberry bush in our garden doesn’t yield enough.)
Raspberries are terribly expensive to buy here too. I have so many bottles of Raspberry Vinegar and would love to give you some. It is sooo good on icecream! Except I got a little too enthusiastic in pouring some on a desert for friends the other day. I added too much and everyone started coughing!!
Oh, no!
Oh dear no appreciation!
I agree with above, something my husband would say! LOL I like Karen’s comment -he only has eyes for you! It is a great song too:-)
Yes, it’s a good one. I also like the post on the recycled card.
He noticed the tablecloth at least. Result!
Yup, I guess I should look at it that way, David. I wonder: would you have noticed the flowers? I’m betting you would, being a lover of flowers. But then again…