Crab Apple

Hello, Dear Reader.

This is Crabby Appleton
reporting to you live from the homestead.

Yes, I am still crabby.
Yes, I am still sick.

Not sick in a way that I get to lounge around and enjoy it.
But sick in a way that I get to feel like
a bag full of cuss words and yet I have to keep on trucking. Sick in a way that I had two Excedrin for breakfast. Sick in a way that I don't care if I'm supposed to take Excedrin or not when breastfeeding. Sick in a way that everyone who calls my house or my cell phone thinks I am a man when I answer the phone. Sick in a way that I just want to slap somebody.

I am ready to be over this already.
I am ready to have some energy.
I am ready to feel better.
How do I get off of this ride?

Because there are things to be happy about.
There are things to dance around in circles about.
Like when Snoopy gets happy. You know how he just kind of goes around in a circle. That's what I need to be doing. And yet, I am not. I am sniffing and coughing and wondering why everything seems so LOUD today and when can I take another handful of Excedrin.
Oh....and I might be just the tiniest bit crabby....

Do you like those hydrangeas in the picture above? Those are the first ones I have cut this year. Of course Lloyd Dobbler and his green thumb had to come out on the porch while I was cutting these FIVE (only five) hydrangeas and act like I was hacking down the bushes.
If there are beautiful hydrangea bushes
blooming outside my door,
there will be beautiful hydrangeas in a vase on my table.
End of story.

I haven't cut any of the blooms from these
oak leaf hydrangeas
in the back flower bed though.
I don't know if they want to
come inside or not.
I think they may be more the
rugged, outdoorsy-type.
The Man Hydrangea.

And I haven't scalped the lilies.

These really aren't the type of lilies you pick anyway. I am sure I did when I was a child. Any flower that grew within my reach was the type I would pick. I used to pick all the irises as soon as they bloomed. But I don't like irises. And while hot house-type lilies (the big white lovely ones like I had in my wedding bouquet) are my FAVORITE flowers, the kind of lilies you grow in your flower beds are not my fav. I have nothing against them. They are pretty in their way. I think I just don't like their grassy fluffiness when they aren't in bloom. They kind of become like the monkey grass. But hey, we can't all be blooming all the time, can we?

Well, I hear a baby crying.
That's my cue
to stop sitting here at the computer being crabby
and go to another room in the house
and be crabby there.

I like to spread it around.