The pinks and reds and whites are more common, but at the park yesterday there were two kinds of yellow azaleas and I just had to have a few branches of each. Being camera-less, I took the real thing, and they are so lovely in my house. I sat on two bags of mulch so I could easily get to the soil in my plot, and planted borage, that beautiful herb with the deliciously blue flowers.
It's six weeks since my surgery and I just began driving short distances last week. I've had no desire to blog: too tired, too spaced out, too redundant. Recovery is a long uphill struggle. One day at a time.
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The flowers sound nice. Or something. Take care.
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