It's a wet and windy day. Good thing I worked outside yesterday getting some of the weeds out. So far this morning I've vacuumed the main floor and mopped upstairs. That should do for a few days.
I made my grocery list for tomorrow's shopping and now at 9:30 I have the rest of the day to do as I please. Can you tell I'm a morning person? On the other hand by 6 PM I'm totally tired out. What is it they call us? I know that people who stay awake until all hours are called Night Owls but I can't remember what us early birds are called. In any case, that's me.
Because of the wind and rain my blue Iris, which have the biggest flowers, have all bent over. This in spite of the staking I did. That colour of Iris have a delightful scent. I brought in a large bouquet and it fills the house with its wonderful smell. For some reason Blogger is not letting me post any pictures today so you'll have to use your imagination to 'see' my lovelies.
Talking about the blue Iris brought to my mind a Mary Oliver poem.
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Thanks for coming by, I hope you have a great day!