You know, I could get a lot more done,
if I didn’t have a pretty little Lyla sitting on my arm rest..
asking if she can pleeeease sit on my lap.
She can’t.
Oh, good grief.
I’m being worked by a cat.
I’ve done a post like this before…
many years ago…
about the disproportional amount of things around here…
that are positively…
pink…
or nearly so…
on purpose.
This speakes to the overwhelming preference…
I have been proven to have…
for all shades…
and variations…
of the color…
pink.
If there is a choice…
I choose pink.
If there is not a choice…
I often wait…
until there is.
And the pink post that I wrote a million years ago addressing this problem?
Apparently, it’s gotten worse.
With no end in sight.
Heh, heh.
My beautiful tree that we planted in the front yard a couple of years ago is doing something…
funky…
bizarre even.
In the middle of July, it started changing and turning orange.Â
Now you need to know that changing early is weird enough, but we chose this tree because it promised to change to a beautiful scarlet each fall…SCARLET…
NOT orange.
My wise woman daughter came over and decided that it needed a little tlc, so they dug around it and gave it more water-gathering space.
Hopefully it is just thirsty because I certainly don’t want to be accidentally murdering my tree. But besides that, I reeeeeeally don’t do…
orange….
except for Halloween.
Fingers crossed.