You've heard about the poem, "When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple." by Jenny Joseph.
I was reminded of the poem's title when I was looking through my flower photos.
It would seem I have an awful lot of purple.
Granted, I'm not WEARING the purple, but I am planting a lot of it. And this is just a small fraction of my flower beds. There is a lot more purple out there, believe me.
But unlike the old woman in "purple" I'm decidedly more interested in puttering and quiet and even a little solitude now and again.
I actually spent a couple of hours digging in one of my flower beds last night. My daughter helped for awhile and I enjoyed it, but I also found the time after she left remarkably calming. I know I've said it before, but there is something about turning the soil and getting rid of weeds that is good for the soul. At least my soul: My old, almost half-a-century soul.
Wow! I think I better start spending my "pension on brandy and summer gloves."
Okay, maybe I'll just keep planting purple flowers instead! :)