I think about stuff and walk upstairs and downstairs and outside. The iris flowers are luminescent and I am trying to decide which ones will come to Whidbey. I have cactus…everyone thinks they are very phallic…they are cacti.
…and there is Pop’s Christmas Cactus. That baby has bounced in a trailer, been dried out in Littleton and weathered it all. ..as are we…as we are…we are too, and there you have it.
Oak on the upstairs floors and damaged areas and not much concern…and now, they are ground down and the wood is magnificent…
We made a vow tonight to never again put off things that bug us in our home…