Yes, by the time I’m done typing this it will be almost 1430, and I won’t have started a bloomin’ thing towards cleaning the house!
“Blooming”, would be the operative word here, for I received an order of plants this morning that required me getting them into the ground. They are now each in their own home, snug with all the bugs and worms and moist dirt their little hearts could possible desire.
I did not plant these particular flowers. . .they volunteer yearly:
To be perfectly honest, I wish they wouldn’t. . .volunteer to come up, that is. Aren’t they such a mournful looking plant? It’s like the world and all that’s in it is just beating them down and they just can’t bring themselves to rise up. . .
Even the “bleeding heart” (one of my faves) has the decency to have straight stems.
Anyway, I don’t have a clue what these are called, but I’m willing to bet my aunt does, so I thought I’d post a picture. (I don’t have her pizzaz at taking plant pictures. . .)
Anyhoo, if I don’t go and get busy, then this house will never get clean. I told the little ones to go clean their room this a.m. At lunch time absolutely everything they owned was in the midst of their bedroom floor. . .
They clean like their mother. . .*sigh*