It's rose season in this desert land.
Oh so many lovelies turning up for the occasion.
Bliss bliss bliss.
It's a big job with over 38 rose bushes, what was I thinking?
No but really, I don't mind it at all.
I love it actually.
I prune away so that I get more and more.
Keep everyone fresh and thriving.
I love tending my roses, it's so zen.
Such a wonderful way to literally enjoy each one.
I make bundles to dry and share huge vases full with loved ones.
Some of the rose bushes are floribunda, so they make these wonderful clusters.
I just can't ever get over the amazingness of flowers.
What incredible earthly delights.
They make me ever so happy.
I'm sure the cottage feels fancy in spring too.
Gifted all these petals.
I chase the sun.
Golden hour is always the best, as I've said a million times before.
My favorite thing is when the light hits just right and you can see little insects with their perfect tiny wings flying about. It's truly magical.
The sun was so hot last week that it scorched roses like mad.
But then it got super cool, and today it's downright chilly here.
Bizarre crazy place.
The Betty Boop roses below were never my faves but now they kind of are.
With their watercolor dipped edges.
I tucked so many rose bushes in at every turn, it's so nice to see them all doing so well.
Vintage 3-wheel Schwinn garden rounds are the best.
Especially when it's fairy lights o'clock.
And the music is on and the spring breeze is swirling scents around.
And you just faint from joy.
But not before you zip off in bluest evening light...
Through the arbor and front garden, past the giant oleanders into the gypsy garden.
Where gypsy wagon lights go on at sundown.
Dogs chase each other while a certain mad hatter plays his mandolin.
Dinner cooks on the cast iron stove.
I make grilled salsa, our fave.
I swing and swing from my tree as food cooks, trying to convince myself that you can't take extended vacations from life, in life, in your own house.
Or can you?
I guess you can, but I'm enjoying the enjoyments of life a bit too much, truth be told.
I have no one to enforce any rules upon me.
Well, I did have to do my taxes, yuck.
But my old demanding self left the building and she just wants to have fun you see.
So, I guess the consensus is...
This is what happens when Pippi Longstockings grows up.
I guess I better strap some bars of soap to my feet and clean my darned house.
Because it's out of control.
Miles went on a mini trip with me and we had a blast last weekend.
I meet a dear friend at the end of every week for a lunch date, so I always look forward to that.
Anywhooooo, what's up out there in the world?
Did you get freaky spring snow?
It rained here today which was not expected.
At least not by me :-)
Anywho, life is grand over here.
I'm having too much fun doing lots of this and that.
I best get my act together soon, lest a sink hole eats me up because I've had way too much fun.
These are the things that go through my mind you see.
Sending lots of love!
See you real soon.
ps: Oh I forgot to say, I did have this rotten nightmare happen where I lost 10 years of files last week (external hard drive). All my pics, all my art - everything, todo, all of it. But I managed to scrounge up enough old files to piece some manner of sense together to keep plugging along in my shop etc. So, somehow it's coming together. The neat thing about getting older is you come to this point where you go, oh heck, who really cares, I just can't be bothered! Hahaha! I mean honestly, this is the gift of age I guess. Where you just cope with things much better, after a proper freak out of course ;-)
Point is, that's where I've been regarding computer land.
But you can always find A Fanciful Twist on Instagram, so there's that.
Like if you really miss me :-)
pps: I responded to comments within comments in my previous post, I hope that works.
I need to install an app that makes all that easier and notifies you that I've responded <3