A walk around the yard with Cohen

A walk with Cohen   reveals great changes in the yard.  The peonies are in full bloom, they look grand and smell absolutely wonderful.  

The sweet smelling honeysuckle blooms give no indication of the problem this vine is.  But, I must admit there is nothing like the aroma of  honeysuckle on the humid summer night air.

This mock orange has the whitest of white blooms.  They seem to be glowing with sun light from within rather   than reflecting it.. 

 These Siberian Iris are in the iris bed at one end of the pool area.

Murphy, being  his ever diligent self,  is following  Cohen as he explores the yard.

Cohen stops for a moment as he hears a Mockingbird singing from the crab apple tree.

This old fashioned  rose bush is one of many around Margaret's property.

Here Margaret takes a short break from her yard work.  She likes to get out early in the morning while it is still cool.  After a few hours weeding and clearing flower beds she is ready for her lunch and a nap. 

Dyslexia+Narcolepsy+Fibromyalgia = Sleepy, confusing, slow, often funny, it hunts when I laugh life !

It takes me so long to write posts that I often feel as though I've been to battle..and I have.  You see, I want to be witty and profound , to impart wisdom and peace onto my readers and save souls.  And, I want  to  feel smug and smart myself.   But, alas,  I spend so much time editing and rechecking and just plain thinking that by the time my post is written and published I'm worn out and bored myself  to death.
 Most often, the first and easiest decision I make when posting is the photography. Whether to make the pictures large, medium or small ,  post them to the right , center or left of the column is what sets me into anxiety mode and  adds to the publishing delay .  Knowing  which is the left or right hand  and controlling the digits there on is a circus in itself.   As for the edit and preview buttons, they are wonderful  but  no matter how many times I  preview when I finally push the publish button and read the real post,  there ,  shouting and glaring are multiple misspells and grammatical errors.  They do head stands just to get attention.  I can only thank the powers that be for spell check and hope the word I pick from those offered in exchange for my many typos and misspells is the correct one to use as a  replacement.  I've simply excepted   accepted the fact that I will never stop experiencing the feeling of being watched by my teacher and am about to be humiliated in front of the whole class for my grammar and slaughter of The English Language.  Not to mention usage, over usage, or lack of usage, of the comma and my poor sentence structure.  Maybe in my next life I will be normal.  Until then , try to ignore my errors and enjoy the perfection offered here in the beauty of my sisters flowers made in God's perfection and in the  love, beauty, and perfection to be found in family.   

CAGED

Sophia and Cohen love playing in Cyrus’ aviary.  Of course,  if this were a pen for them,  it would be a fight to the finish to get them into it.  And, wailing and the gnashing of teeth would be heard the whole time they were confined.But, as is, they ask for the door to be closed and secured while they play within.. Sophia is off to see the flowers at the end of the drive.  Sophia sits down to play and read .  She had packed her backpack full of toys and books for Cohen and herself.Aunt Margaret gives the children a ride in her gardening wagon.Once Sophia and Cohen are out of Cyrus’ play pen he inspects for damages.  Then he starts throwing his toys around to let them know this is his territory. ( Now that he will be in it they will have to make due with the rest of the yard for their play area. )