Blessings on My Flowerbeds

The uncharacteristic rains have certainly been good to my flowerbeds as well. Last night, I spent forever (well, that's what it felt like, at least) "training" a flowering vine that I have in my back flowerbed. I admit, I had been neglecting it and it was growing wild. I have been amazed at how quickly this plant has grown. The lady at the nursery told me it would. Don't ask the name of the plant. I haven't the foggiest. No green thumb here!! Not a domestic goddess, remember? Maybe I'll remember to take a picture of it sometime and one of you "flower people" can tell me. It's an evergreen that has the most fragrant white blossoms.

When I was outside this afternoon, I did notice that my Crepe Myrtles (I do know their name, but who doesn't??) were looking pretty, so I snapped a couple pics of them to share. This one is in the front flowerbed on the garage end of the house. I have pink ones on each end of the bed and a white one tucked in the corner before the front porch starts. The pink ones are supposed to be dwarfs. Hmmmmm.....

What'd You Say?

After I've been blogging for a while, if you follow you're sure to make at least 2 observations. #1 -- I love photos and love to share them. #2 -- I'll probably have 3 pictures of Cohen for every 1 picture of Lane. I'm sure there's a name for the phenomenon, but there is some change that occurs in children (at least boys) around 6/7 years of age. They suddenly become too cool to be kissed/to kiss Mom, Grandma or any of those other icky girl-type people and they are also far too cool to be photographed unless they are making a face, holding rabbit ears behind someone else's head or playing some sport.

It is par for the course for me to delete 80% of the photos I take of Lane because he has contorted his face into some shape that makes him unrecognizable as the boy I gave birth to. Imagine my surprise this afternoon when I was outside taking photos of Cohen on the mower and heard from behind me "Hey, Mom take a picture of me!" Huh? What? I turned to find Lane standing, ready to be photographed with one hand propped on the basketball goal. Just when you think you have them figured out....