The good, the pretty...the roses continue to bloom. These looked so delicate to me. White and dainty.
I had a good day. I rode with my husband to Columbus. He passed his test this week, his hard work was rewarded. So, he went to get one of his certifications today. It was good to see him go, and it was good for me as well. I talked with people away from home, away from the grocery store, away from Wal-Mart, you name it. I love living here, and I love working alone, but sometimes I need the pinch of a reminder of the busy society that still exists out there!
I got some grass mowing in when I came home. It was a great day!
Now I have to share with you something that doesn't quite fit into the realm of a woman that is trying to sell crisp, clean products. Soap?
For the weak hearted, or, instead, those that have a weak stomach, you may or may not want to look at what I am going to show you next.
My girl, Tyra, my 6 year old boxer, my constant companion, never does (much) wrong. She has to know everything that is going on around her, therefore she makes her twice a day rounds throughout the house. Generally she never leaves any indication that she has checked the premises out.
I have a small entry way at the front door. I am the only one that uses it. I have a red bench that I sit on to put on shoes, and I also plop down various things that I am taking out the door (milk cans, mail, udder wipes). The bench is my "reminder" spot. Sometimes I leave notes for myself there as well.
Now comes the bad and the ugly (not really)...
Look real hard at the center of the photo, in the middle...yeah, you see it, it is not a scratch in the red paint. No, it isn't.
It is BOXER DROOL!
A little string of it.
Ha ha ha...
Obviously my girl was very interested in what I had sat out for the day.
She left me a surprise, along with a giggle, as I headed out to the mailbox on my way to the barn this morning.