A few weeks ago I went outside to dig in the dirt.  Weed and trim.  Enjoy the beautiful day.  There were a ton of weeds, as I haven’t really gotten to it much this year with all the traveling I’ve been doing.  I was in front of the house and cleared away some of those clover-like plants that spread like crazy.  The good part about those is that when you get the roots it clears a big space out.  You make progress pretty quickly.  Anyway, I got rid of those plants, and then I found this – the roses were completely covered up by some of the other plants.  Not weeds, but daylilies and Siberian iris.  So I moved the roses.

It was August and hot out.  It was quite sunny and dry on that particular day.  And those rose bushes immediately started wilting in the heat.

Twenty-five years ago, in August 1991, my husband Jerry and I moved into our first and only house.  It was brand new, and the paint was barely dry. (We had done the painting ourselves with the help of friends, family, and a power roller.)  Last night in honor of this special anniversary, I cleaned and polished the kitchen sink so it shone.

Yeah, there are a few bumps and scratches, but it’s still beautiful.  I guess the same thing could be said about me.  And you.