The blooms are a good five inches across, they are my favorite, gorgeous and have such interesting buds and funky prickly seed pods.
Well I have sort of a good excuse.
I tore up my bedroom completely, ripped the carpet out and put in hard wood flooring re-painted everything, the bottom 2/3 of the the wall is creamy white, the top third is exactly the color of hershey's syrup right out of the bottle. It is the most wonderful color I adore it. I started installing the trim work but by then I was hurting terribly because I have fibromyalgia and installing the floor nearly killed me so the going was slowing down.
BUT and here is the kicker, I was talking on the phone to my friend and jumping on the bed, lost my balance and took a header into the closet.
Okay, now you are done laughing your arse off....I really messed up my hand. My supposedly opposable thumb was no longer opposing. Hurt like hell to be real honest with you.
So you are asking yourself "what is a fifty year old woman doing jumping on the bed?"
Well for your information I am thirty-nine (yeah thats it, thirty-nine) and jumping on the bed seemed fun at least it started out that way.
So I have not been blogging, hand in a brace, all the stuff from the bedroom crammed in my office and not able to get to the computer, let alone write, that's my excuse.
Things are getting better, it will be done soon, just a few more things to do and everything can be moved back. Hopefully as I get things organized I will find my brain and a little maturity.
I'll post pictures.