Time for Another Flower Post

It has been a while since I've posted any flower photos. You've got to admire these Longneck Ruel wildflowers. They have not only simply survived the hot summer drought, they are actually flourishing in our neighborhood at the moment.

My best friend brought over some roses for our party last Sunday. They opened up nicely during the middle of the week, but by yesterday they were starting to droop. I found a way to lengthen their lives and give us the opportunity to enjoy them a few more days. The glass bowl was a wedding gift from Dr. and Mrs. Ken Pike which I hardly ever use, but it works well for this.


Speaking of roses, Rachel's Valentine Cupido miniature rose bush seems to have appreciated the rain we got a couple weeks ago because now it is blooming again.

Deal Breaker

Last night it was quite amusing to listen to Rachel and Laura discuss what would be a "deal-breaker" for any guys who were interested in Rachel. Rachel seemed to have specific ideas about age and height and weight, and Laura agreed with her "except if he annually makes more than 40 times his monthly mortgage payment," then maybe she wouldn't need to be quite so picky! We all got a laugh out of that.

They both agreed he should be a Christian and have a job and want to have kids (preferably biological, but adopted would be OK too).

Laura pointed out that there were a couple things that could have been deal-breakers for Andrew, except that these were things that were easily changeable. And we all noticed that Andrew no longer wears white socks. :-)

Pick Me! Pick Me!

Remember those days in elementary school when they were chosing up teams during PE class? The strong were chosen to be captains, and their job was to choose teams. Those kids with no pride would yell, "pick me, pick me!" in hopes of not being left with the rest of the losers who couldn't play, taken in the last round. Such a cruel procedure.


Sometimes fruit hanging from a tree seems to call out, "pick me, pick me!" too. There is a right time for picking. If one picks the fruit too soon, it is hard, sour, and underdeveloped. If one picks the fruit too late, it is mushy, rotten, and overripe.

If you haven't yet been picked, maybe it is more because you aren't quite ripe yet, rather than you're a loser who can't play.