The view from my den window
is of the walkway up the front hill.
There are steps and lots of wild yellow iris.
They are everywhere.
It must be the direct sun light.
At my other home, in the woods, I have some of them.
They live near the fire place.
Nothing ever happens.
Nothing.
Been twenty years of nothing.
Not at this place though.
Lots and lots and lots of yellow.
The weekend was sort of nice.
I caught something from my H.
He got sick on Saturday.
I got sick on Sunday.
Nothing too much.
Just enough to make it be
a yucky do nothing weekend.
Today, I am better.
I've got a list a mile long.
Write a new post
was on it.
Enjoy and remember to dance.
~ JC and Meredith Ann ~
She helped with this post
and is now in her shoe box.
