I wondered aloud if today would be the day, I would take the Christmas tree down. Then, I went on to wonder other things. No sense thinking too long and hard about something that is not happening!

Doug agreed. He wondered if somehow the dining room table might be, well . . . tidied.

I wondered too.

Nothing like a little mystery to enliven one’s marriage, I always say.

Today, the sun is shining! Better not uncover too much wood . . . I’ll only have to dust!

The sun porch is sending out messages: Do SOMETHING with all these canvases.

Such a deal I got on these!

Its message is somewhat louder than the chores’ chorus  . . . but not so loud that its message overcomes my determination to say howdy and shoot the breeze.

There went today . . . Proverbs 24:33

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time. ~Robert Brault

As today ends, I have not conquered the mess on the dining room table; I rearranged some of it, edited a few piles, and decided while seated, I should send off some cards.

My designer cards . . . she said clearing her throat

Something so nice there is about unloading the mail, and discovering a post from  friends!( Thank You Notes are Worth Writing Even if the World Goes Nuts)

Oh! I also found in one pile the cunning little necklace sack from a company whose creations are fun, and safe for babies.

I hadn’t really lost it.

Safe necklaces are a good thing; Never let a baby suck on real pearls! I think that was in Dr. Spock.

Speaking of babies, well, little kids, . . . I collected more evidence why there is such a bond between seasoned citizens and toddlers:

• Neither of us has control over our bodies; we often can’t get to where we want to go. Nor do we always have the word to tell you how we feel or what we need.
• Finally, we do better after an afternoon nap and snack.

But I especially like this similarity:

There is a garden in every childhood, [first time, or second] an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence

Today, lovely day that it has been, the memories of many fun gardens have even softened my memory of the ubiquitous weeds I grow, and the weather in August.

You know, I never actually created a garden as grand as I imagined I would . . . but I managed to make a home for some pansies, geraniums, marigolds, and sunflowers.

Today, though, makes me think, this year might be different . . .

You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt.
~Author unknown

Here’s what I imagine my garden will grow. . . (from the Garden of Bright Images)