Flinging Open The Doors

It is 72 degrees outside and I know you, dear friends, are saying she has posted twice today.

Yes, yes I have.

 I have been raking pine straw, weeding, and cutting back spirea shrubs. 

I pulled so many weeds that my back is hurting so I fear for what tomorrow may hold so I am posting this right now. 

The doors to the house are flung open.

This weekend I am cutting back all our monkey grass ( lilirope) with the lawn mower. 

If you are in the Deep South February in the appropriate month for that. 

Some of variegated monkey grass that I cannot get with the mower I trim with scissors.

Opening the front door warms the house tremendously.

I re-potted this ivy and I am constantly getting cuttings from him.

I think it is a male for some reason, with shaggy hair.

It came from Trader Joe's  and I should have bought one more. 

I was not thinking or I was more likely thinking of Stilton cheese with apricots.

On another unrelated subject, pain gives me flight of ideas, a friend gave me a kind of folksy oil painting yesterday.

It is painted on two wood boards and I really like it and for now it is in the kitchen in an odd place beside our command calendar which I must see daily.

I cannot use electronic calendars. I am archaic, just say it I know. 

Oil paintings are far better for me because they have no glass and therefore no glare and glare is my enemy.

I rarely take a photo of the little kitchen as it is functional, white and kind of plain. 

I am very grateful to have it and would not trade it for another.

Thanks bunches for listening to my pain induced ramblings.

Linking with: Open House Party

may joy and peace surround you

Olive