This Weeks Bloomers

Superstition?

Haha! I said bloomers…emm…maybe I am showing my age there.
Etymology: Amelia Bloomer Date: 1851
1: a costume for women consisting of a skirt over long loose trousers gathered closely about the ankles
2 plural a: full loose trousers gathered at the knee formerly worn by women for athletics
b: underpants of similar design worn chiefly by girls and women.


(labeled Pinkness...I think not!)

This coming weekend, the Youngest Daughter turns 25. Happy Birthday, Youngest. How is it possible that it has been a quarter of a century since the last time I gave birth? Oh wait…now I remember…never mind….
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I am pricing for the neighborhood garage sale this weekend, and making good, consistent progress. It is a social activity, more than a 'making money' activity. There are things we are clearing out, certainly, but it would be less effort, possibly, with larger reward, to donate to charity. We have a nice neighborhood, however, and socialize more than some, so it's another opportunity to get out and see one another.


Los Coyotes...such a fragrance!

It is getting more and more difficult to stay inside in the evenings. The yard is a retreat, a haven, and an outlet for me. I enjoy walking around my yard when I get home from work seeing what is blooming, pulling the errant weed, deadheading the iris, and taking pix both for myself, and to share with Dearest Sister. It is an effort without complaint for both Wonderful Guy and I, and both of us enjoy the peace we receive from our work.

Mt. Sinai Aflame