..oats are in. Sun is shining. Tomorrow is my younger son’s fifty-first birthday.
Oh and guess what? What do Susan Sarandon, Sylvester Stallone, another actor whose 3 part name won’t come to mind, Gypsy and I have in common?
I should wait for guesses but I’ll tell you. We are all going to be 75 years old this year.
Tommy Lee Jones, maybe. Perhaps Cher.
1946 was the first year after WWII and thus was the beginning of the Baby Boom. It also was the first year of dedicated rose bushes - thus the first named rose of the series was Peace.... which I love.
Here’s a link -
And please feel free to chase down your own internet roses - feel good about them.
The pale pink and yellow blooms are full and big and smell good. It’s a big bush and its leaves are glossy dark green. There are other variation of Peace. They are all lovely. Too bad we couldn’t have made peace a reality - though we have avoided WWIII.
It’s too early for roses - they don’t happen here till June when I have my 75th birthday. That’s when I had my other 74 birthdays too. Funny how that works.
I used to have roses - I would buy them from Jung Seed in Wisconsin and Jackson and Perkins in Washington state. Jackson and Perkins had exquisite catalogs which when opened smelled like roses. I bought so many that one year they asked me to raise test roses to evaluate and perhaps even suggest names for them. I grew them and they of course were lovely but I never reported back my results.
We live where it’s cold for tea roses. They aren’t quite expensive annuals but they do not survive from year to year very well. I have a few shrub roses that require no care and which are probably ten years old. They are less dramatic and less beautiful than the tea roses but I do not have to mourn them when they don’t come out in the spring.
Daffodils are blooming though and other spring bulbs. I brought in a small bouquet for the table last week and they were lovely - so bright and fresh. Now they are drying themselves out and I need to get some new ones.
Daffodils are the best flowers. The bulbs are hardy and last forever and they multiply themselves. They don’t taste good to rabbits or deer. I have quite a few and always promise myself to plant more every fall. I’m not sure there can be too many daffodils.
Rules to live by -
Rules last a while
Not forever, limited
Like the rest of life.
Coffee, milk, pills
Triad of life
Trial of life
Tired of life.
To be good, we must do good
Good chases us around the pasture
And gores us to death finally.
An end as good as any other.
Good choices/good chooses
Our fate, as well
As each morning
Chooses our day.
I miss my delete button.