This is about how I've felt the last few weeks... basking in the sun in my backyard.
The Crawford Gladiolas. Last year Dennis brought me a container full of bulbs. Kessler and I carefully planted them and we had fun watching them grow. Dennis said to be sure and dig them up before the ground froze. Well last winter I had major work done on my yard and had trenchwork done all over. I wasn't able to dig them up, as that area of the yard was blocked. Darn it! So they were covered with new dirt and weed meshing to prevent growth and more dirt. Didn't think I'd ever see them again. You know those Scottish blooded peeps... these weren't ordinary gladiola. Early summer I found two plants that had worked their way through the weedproof covering. I wondered if they would make it into blooms. Well with lots of water and a little coaxing they are blooming beautifully and gracing my garden. Amazing!
Poor Bud is aging (12 now - 84 in cat years). He has an ear that is injured, and a few aches here and there, but he still has a soul mate -- her name is Ezita.
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