The Last Of The Roses

It's 62 today,

and may be my last chance to go work

in the yard without mittens,

so I got my keister out of bed early and dove in.

I unceremoniously clipped these off.

They will be petals on the desk by tomorrow.

Plunked them into a green spotted drinking glass and

they will elevate my computer time

to something special.

Worked with a client all day yesterday

on Holiday Decorating.

She is having many parties this year

and there was lots to be done.

We always work so well together,

frequently grabbing the same material

for the exact same spot...

all the while groovin' to 70's hits.

I forgot my camera and about an hour in,

I looked around at the organized chaos and

thought "oh this would be good to show".

before and after.

oh well....

Enough stalling,

the worst of the yard work

remains so I'm going to eat some soup

and head back out with the "poochettes"

keeping me company.

Since last post, Howie has knocked over

one tree breaking 4 of my FAVORITE

Sarah Lugg soldered ornaments-

crawled under the couch to get a bone,

and wedged himself in there solidly - and laid down smack dab

across my face while I was napping the other day.

I dreamt someone had thrown a bag over my head

to smother me and woke up

sputtering and choking, heart racing,

with a mouth full of fur.

All of you who think Master Howie

is so funny and so adorable???

What is your address?

(kidding)

We love him.