There are too many prolonged times of writers block! Sigh.
Although there is always something to write about it seems to be so unimportant at times. And the fear of a "repetition" is there all along.
"Didn't I write about that already"?
On the other side: isn't life mostly a repetition of actions with a new thing interspersed now and then?
Well, before I get too philosophical I'll stop right here!
Today I was invited to pick some red currants at a friends house.
There are many flowers out in my garden. I love to take photos of them and I created another page just for the fun of it.
My Peonies that died on me in the spring because of blight. I was devastated. But after I cut the plant back it surprised me with new growth and seven new buds.
Therefore they all bloom now in July.(Of course it has to be raining on them, isn't that the case every year, whenever day they start blooming -you can bet on, it starts raining.)
Good thing that I cut the lawn yesterday and I don't have to water the garden today ... :)