For now…

Got my third bookshelf put together.  It’s one of those cheap fiberboard jobbies, but it’s been sitting in its carton for three years   and then sitting out of its carton on the piano bench for a couple months.  So it’s an accomplishment in its own way.

I have a million other books, way too many in fact, in a bunch of other shelves and on the floor.  It’s a hobby, a fault, an obsession, horde in fact.   It’s ok, it’s my love and it makes me happy.

That’s a tall geranium to the bookshelf’s right.  It belongs on the deck but it winters in the h house.  It’s ancient.  I bought it at a greenhouse maybe twenty years ago.  My inside/outside plants are all old.  Lots of winters they barely make it through to spring but they always come back.  I have more geraniums, a couple begonias and some german ivy.

The plants are like my books, friends and companions who follow me though life.

I don’t have a lot to say today.

I had intended to write about the weekly themes but I was gone for a while and got behind.  Maybe next time.

My next sentence escaped so I guess that’s a sign I’ve said enough.

Have a good night everyone… and a good weekend to come.