New wardrobe

So, my granddaughter Kaitlyn has decided I need a new wardrobe. She must think that I shouldn't be wearing shorts and tank tops at my advanced age. So the other day she cut pictures from an advertisement in the Sunday newspaper's coupon insert. This is how she would like me to dress from now on.

 

See, there's a different one for every day of the week! Oh, darn! She cut off the important ordering information. Maybe they'll run this one again in Sunday's paper! I can only hope.

Insomnia

This is what caused it.

If I could no longer read or write,
I would speak my grocery list to the heavens
And shop at twilight in an open air market,
Looking to the sky to see
If I needed milk or peas
As though the stars were letters on an inky blue page.

The leaves above would serve as my abacus.
Adding the smiles of my grandchildren
To subtract the worry lines on my face.
The notes of the birds' songs
Heard through the open window at daybreak
Would make the need of sheet music obsolete.

If I could no longer read or write,
I would compose my love a letter
With soft fingers inscribing my devotion and trust on his skin.
And the warm gaze of his eyes into mine
Would be the only romance novel
To have a place on my bedside stand.

~Susan D~

That's no lady.....

......that's my lady's thumb.

Or if you you are a botanist, you might call it polygonum persicaria

I just call it "that damned weed".

I pull and yank and pull some more and it just won't go away. It will take over your flower beds and gardens and lawn, if you let it get away from you.

According to the USDA, it is an edible plant that can be steamed or eaten raw in salads. I haven't tried it. It might be delicious, for all I know. I don't really intend to find out as I don't usually eat my enemies.

Apparently it pretty much blankets the entire United States and Canada, so if you decide to give it a try on your dinner plate, let me know how it tastes. I'm open to being convinced. In the meantime, to me, it is still "that damned weed".