While I was gone, the garden was busy

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blooms, changes, flowers, garden, postaday2013, summer

I know that I have only been gone for three days, but I knew that as soon as I went out to the garden, I would be surprised by a whole new bunch of blooms and I wasn’t disappointed. Just last week I was looking at my young hydrangea and I wasn’t sure if it was a blue one or a pink one, happy to report that it is a blue hydrangea. I was surprised to see the Tiger Lilies already in bloom, I was thinking that they would come later such as in August but I am not complaining, I welcome all color whenever it decides to show itself.

I love seeing all of my Daisies wide awake, they have such a delicate flower. I saw my first Cone Flower in bloom and the Day Lilies are all out in force. I have various Sage plants in bloom, they are the tall spikes of purple and blues. There is a very pretty light purple plant in full bloom and I can’t for the life of me remember what its name is, I’m sure that it will come to me eventually.

My miniature roses are in bloom and I have a lot of pruning to do tomorrow if I want to have repeat blooms on my other rose bushes. In three days time, a lot can get away from you in the garden and so I have work to do. I never mind, it’s very fulfilling work. I know that my first picture of of our Bougainvillea and its first purple bloom is a little hazy but that’s due to the bright sun. Since bright sunlight has been a rarity these days, I won’t complain. I hope that these pictures aren’t too boring, I just get so excited about my garden and all of its pretty treasures.

The first bloom that struck me upon arrival was the gorgeous spike of white blooms erupting from the middle of the Yucca Plant in my front yard and this year I have not just one but at least four others ready to bloom soon. I am so happy, the Yucca hasn’t produced this many spikes ever. Hooray!

Daily prompt : Mysterious

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mystery, postaday2013, prompts, writing

Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.

I was playing a party game with a bunch of friends, it was a fun game or what I remember was fun at least. We all had to write down something about ourselves according to the prompts and then as the pieces of paper were read aloud, we had to guess who answered which prompt. It was so funny especially when it came to them trying to guess who had written the answer to a certain prompt and no one guessed that it was little ole me. The expressions on their faces when I had to own up to the answer was priceless. Pure shock all around, lol.

I think that the prompt that I answered was what was the most shocking thing that I had ever done and this is what I wrote.

When I was in grammar school, during the eighth grade, my friends Patrick, Jose, Candace and Rosemarie and I would creep on our hands and knees out of our classroom and sneak into the empty wing of the school, this was all done under the “watchful” eyes of the nuns of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, we would then set up our poker game in the stairwell. We did this knowing full well that upstairs and downstairs, there lurked incredible danger, Sister Irene our principal was always on the prowl and she could have caught us at any time, it was dangerous but we took the risk. Our poker game, to make the stakes even higher, was always strip poker. Granted we were in eighth grade and my friend Patrick always dealt and rigged the game to make Rosemarie and Candace lose, I habitually lost my shoes and that’s it and then we would creep back to our classes to play yet again another day. There was a time that the clang of her keys gave her away from downstairs and we all quietly cleared out of the stairwell. Patrick and I hid in the boys lavatory, and we waited quietly until she finished her rounds. I am not exaggerating when I say that we were courting trouble, Sister Irene was not a nun to trifle with, she believed in severe corporal punishment. I think that we became danger junkies because this didn’t happen just once or twice, it was on a daily basis that we played.

My friends were all so shocked because according to them, I am the last person in the world that they would have pegged for committing this type of rebellious act of gambling, ducking out of class and on top of it the “stripping”. That was the extent of my life of wayward behavior in grammar school.