Monday, June 7, 2010

No giggles




I was so certain we were going to get the giggles like we did when I was a child. My cousin, Joan, was there, and I guess if we had sat together in church, we would have giggled. However, I was playing the piano, so I sat in the front, beside the piano, and Joanie was sitting with her husband, Ron, in the near rear of the church.


I was thinking about Joanie yesterday and was a little bummed because everything was so rushed on that Sunday morning, and I didn't really have as much time with her as I had desired. And then I recalled about the giggling which I was so sure was going to happen during church.


The picture of the rose above is from my mother's climber which spreads out each spring to cover the front of the garage. A friend from the church told me that they cut it back every fall, and every spring it grows to the great proportion which I saw when I got home. The picture is just of one of the many roses that covered the bush.


I also noticed when I was home that all the weeds that had grown behind the garage had been removed and it is now part of the lawn. It never was when I was growing up. It was sort of a divider between our yard and the neighbor's yard. Now, it's all one giant lawn from our yard to the eastern end of Second Avenue. That's the top picture. No more picket fence, no more weeds.
And that's ttfn.