The Grim Reaper

It is raining today; cold blustery rain. I had hoped that the clouds would have emptied themselves after raining all day yeasterday, but they seem to have an un-ending supply of doom and gloom. Today I had planned on emptying all my summer floweres from their pots and storing the extra garden flags and do-dads in the garage. These floweres, mostly on their last legs, are an eyesore and that's my fault. I've been so busy that some of them may have died a premature death primarily from neglect.
Now though, with these two day s of rain the heardiest of them will surely perk back up. This, of course, only makes it harder to dump their newly greened leaves into a garbage bag.
So tomorrow, while most of you are reading the sunday paper or catching up on laundry, I'll be playing the part of the grim-reaper; hoping I'm being forgiven by the god-of-plants, where-ever she may be.

This morning I just happened to find this great blog Three Beautiful Things . It seemed a good-luck find on a dreary rainy Saturday morning.