The plain truth

I took my life in my hands this morning and ventured out into the garden before coming to work. (The mosquitoes did their best to carry me off, but I fought valiantly and managed to overcome the onslaught.)

It's been a difficult week and I just plain needed a garden fix.

I'm not sure what it is about taking a turn around the yard that does it, but I always come away feeling calmer and more brave.

Still, I'm feeling 'not sure' about a lot of things right now.

So here I am. Staring at this nearly-blank computer page and trying to fill it up with something that will appeal to anyone who happens to run across this blog. But honestly, I haven't got a clue what that might be...

What I saw in the garden?
(Two adorable Baby Blanket roses, some Rozanne geraniums that have hung in there all summer (bless their hearts) and various and sundry ratty-looking plants.)

My weekend plans?
(I hope to get the front door painted, the grass mowed and the laundry done.)

What I had for dinner last night?
(Barbecued ribs from the prepared food isle at Ultra Foods.)

I'm coming to the conclusion that blogging is kind of like talking to yourself--only people don't get the chance to look at you like you're crazy.

Or maybe you do...