The hydrangeas are drying on their stems, a sure sign that I can no longer ignore the loss of summer. No need for water in the vase, the pink and green has replaced the white and their soft petals have stiffened. I don't understand why the bushes are still producing new blooms, maybe to appease me, maybe they aren't ready to shed themselves into bare and stiff branches. It will be eight months before they sprout and thrive and feel the warm sun and winds. How sad. And corny.
In just a few months this bucket will be holding a Christmas tree and I'll be crabby for months after with darkness coming very early. My friend has said to me more than once, "don't wish your life away". I never thought of it that way. By hoping for summer to arrive quickly, am I wishing for my life to pass sooner? I complain about time passing so quickly, yet that is exactly what I am desiring and not realizing it. I am grateful to her for setting me straight.
She will be leaving tomorrow. I hope to start feeling better this week. I am not stressed about anything, but maybe I am not realizing it, and this is what's causing my symptoms to be so bad. I got the results of my xrays and was upset about what they showed. But my cousin's family member was just diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Set me in my place rather quickly. Damn it's hot in here. Yes the flashes are returning and I have no idea why.

Carol is enjoying her visit here very much, but the first thing she said as entering the house, "what the hell is that!?!!?!?" So far, not one person has known they are gourds and not from some sort of ritual. The new landscaper was very professional, very nice, good looking (but no one can compete with Jason), and stared at them while going over our estimate. I had them on my exterior door at one time, and the neighbors were puzzled, so I removed them. These three are the only ones I have left, not sure I want to keep them out. Sort of tired of the reactions!
Hope your week goes well.
Thanks for visiting.
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