It’s been pretty rough around here lately - plumbing problems! Ugh - the grossest, dirtiest, worst of all problems, and they happen to be taking place in the middle of my rose garden. The pipe runs under the brick pavers, so John dug holes on either side of the path for now, but the bricks are inevitably next.
Those are only half the holes; there are more. And the holes are so big that I’ve actually considered the worst-case-scenario – Lukey falling in one! Do you think Chili would make a miniature capsule for the rescue? And since we’re playing make-believe…
Luke was a reluctant star playing horse for Halloween. Back to reality…my rose garden is a piece of smelly Swiss cheese. But in the midst of it all, out of nowhere and out of season, popped a Rain lily. You can see it at the top of the first photo – look for a dot of pink amongst the dusty gray backdrop of disheveled ground. Here’s a better picture of the flower:
Rain lilies bloom during the summer and after a rain storm, neither of which fits this case. I’m taking it as a Hallmark card from the universe. It’s either a get well card addressed to the yard or a hang in there card addressed to me. Either way it made me stop and smile in the midst of chaos. Thanks, Universe!
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