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What's Up with the Glasses?

Recently I took my grandgirls shopping and guess what they wanted to buy? They wanted to go straight to Claire's to buy some glasses. They don't NEED glasses that I know of but no matter, from that shopping trip until now, glasses are an important part of their day. If we go on a shopping excursion, they go hunting for their glasses. Tonight I could not stop laughing when the girls' mom emailed the picture you're seeing. My granddaughter proudly announced that she needed her glasses to check her email. Truthfully I don't think she has email either but you can see that she is very serious about her glasses and her email.

A lot has changed in the world and I guess the stigma of wearing glasses might be one of those things.

Please stop in and visit my new blog friend Keetha at The Eclectic Company. She is a teacher and today she learned that her school is closing. She could use some e-visits and words of kindness.

My Pride And Joy

G IS FOR?



GREENHOUSE!


"Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too"
~ William Cowper,1731 -1800.

This is my new greenhouse late last November, when it was in the last stages of being a work in progress. Himself put it all up with a small contribution from me. I can't begin to explain the excitement I feel whenever I look at it or set foot inside. The wooden benches were handcrafted by himself for my former greenhouse. Although they are a bit on the short side for their new home I could not bear to part with them. I would like to say that the greenhouse is burgeoning with seedlings but alas this is not the case yet. My seed sowing has got off to a slow start this year. However I hope to report more soon on what's going on in the inner depths of my second residence.

Why don't you go over to ABC Wednesday now for more posts on the letter G.

Thunder Ridge Spur

aa-aa-aa-choo!!!!

For the past couple of years I have managed to avoid a cold but somehow one finally caught up with me. I could feel it coming over the weekend. This morning when I woke up my husband was quick to tell me that he couldn't sleep because of the sounds of my symphony (snoring). Today I went out for lunch but I couldn't taste a thing. To make up for a miserable lunch I treated myself to a bag of m&ms but I couldn't taste them either! I finally settled on a cup of white coffee (a cup of hot water). It was wonderful - seriously, you should try it! This should pass in a day or so but in the meanwhile I'm a whining, sneezing, snoring mess.

Garden Bloggers Muse Day ~ March 2010

The Seed Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.

Muriel Stuart, 1885 -1967

Mull over more March muses at Sweet Home And Garden Chicago.