It is Friday night,
and I am tired of hearing about
I have now christened it
Black seems so drab.
In MY life...
now represents a pretty flower.
Aren't these goooorgeous???
My dad always planted these in our back yard in
California when I was growing up.
As a tyke I use to go around popping them before they bloomed.
Such a naughty little blondie I was.
I just love these flowers.
My mom told me that her mom grew fuchsias in Utah.
She'd take them down to the basement for the winter.
This is my grandma and grandpa.
Such a sweet looking couple.
I do the same thing with geraniums.
I bring them in during the winter.
Maybe I should try Fuchsias next year!
So, are you with me?
We could all dress in the color fuchsia.
I love a man in fuchsia.
How I would feel wearing fuchsia on
ok. I'm done.
This girls name is Fuchsia!!!
We should include her in this rebellion.
We can dance.
Well thank you for indulging me in my little
I feel better now.
Love to you all,
my little cutie pies!!!
(yes, I know it is Saturday again.
What's up with that????)