I have always had a love of the earth and flowers. I find happiness in gardening. Though I’ve done it every year for as long as I can remember I feel better about it this year. I have been weeding my sun flowers and daisies. I bought my mom roses for Mother’s Day and I’ve been keeping up on those too. I would like to have a big vegetable garden sometime too. I like the feel of the dirt on my hands but usually I wear gloves for better grip weeding, that and I get dirt stuck under my nails. It’s not easy to clean (laughs). I’m not prissy, I don’t mind getting dirty, I just don’t like that dirt irritating my nails.
From the looks of it my sunflowers will be a good crop this year. I planted a wide variety of them also. I wanted most for summer and some for fall. I still have some to plant so I may plant the rest of them tomorrow.
My daisies also appear to be doing well. I hope my cosmos do well too. I just transplanted them today to the ground from a pot. I also planted, in pots, Spanish Flags, moon flowers (which I plan to hang outside my bedroom window!) and tomatoes and red peppers. I think tomorrow I will replant my basil. The egg shell ones I planted aren’t sprouting yet. My oregano is abundant and will yield a lot from the looks of it. The cilantro I planted is weepy and I’m not sure it’s going to make it.
I’m eager to keep up my gardening. Why can’t i do that full time with some
Writing on the side. (sigh)
Spring Things are all around with the promise of new hope and summer dreams
A soft blowing breeze in early Spring
sweet, fragrant smell of lilacs floating all around
sun rays shining through the puffy clouds overhead
deep breaths of fresh mild air after a long winter’s chill
blue skies mix with thin wispy clouds form a serene picture of a early Spring day
lawnmowers roaring to life and buzz in the distance
dogs bark and chase vermin in their backyards
the feel of cool grass between your toes
planting flowers with no gloves so you can feel the earth on your hands as you plant new life in the soil
grey clouds overtake puffy one and the rumble of thunder in the distance
rain drops begin to fall slowly with a plop here and there on a gutter pipe
a steady, soft rain as background noise on a Spring afternoon
napping in a chair on the front porch while your book lies half-hazardly across your stomach
I began this a number of years ago and picked it back up in the last few months.
Life After Titanic – Rose Dawson’s life and times
Rose DeWitt Bukater stood on dock of pier 54, fixated on the view of The Statue of Liberty. She did not even care she was soaked through and through from the pouring rain that had been steadily falling since she disembarked the Carpathia nearly 10 minutes ago. Rose vaguely recalled officers, reporters, other survivors, family members and various other people whizzing by her in a tizzy on the dock. She however, remained silent and immobile. The series of events that had taken place over the last 24 hours had been surreal. It seemed like a lifetime ago she had been standing on the deck of The R.M.S Titanic, thanking Jack Dawson for saving her from taking her own life via the back of the ship. Now, she was in New York City, alone, frazzled and scared. She had lost the only man she had ever loved in the sinking. Although she did not ever truly love Cal, she was glad she was free of him. She wished him no harm, but she had no desire to reconnect with him after this tragedy. She had seen him on the Carpathia looking for her and hid from him. This was her chance to be free and make a new life for herself. She never saw her mother on the ship, oddly enough. Rose did not want to reconnect with her either to be honest. Reconnecting with her mother meant reuniting with Cal and marrying him. She could not let that happen. She simply was not cut out for the life her mother envisioned for her. She thought a moment, while pacing the dock, back to the time she spent with Jack on the boat deck after dinner. He had told her she was delivered to the wrong house when she was born. There was never a more true statement ever said about her in all her life. Rose looked up then and to her amazement she saw a shooting star, just like the one she and Jack had seen that night.
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Verano Herrera stepped off the elevator in her office building, out into the main lobby and headed for the double doors. She was finally off work for vacation after a long week. Working as a graphical designer for a popular midwest magazine was never easy. However, she enjoyed the fun, artistic atmosphere in the department. Verano was not a sales person, she was in charge of putting together the media presentations and graphical design for the company. The magazine, Queen City Midwestern covers the local communities of the greater Cincinnati, Ohio tri-state area and is heavily involved in the communities it serves.
She lived with her dog, Rosa, a White West Highland Terrier, in a one bedroom apartment in downtown Cincinnati, Ohio. The Groton Lofts at Shillito Place on 7th Street is right down the street from the office. She made good money and it pleased her to live in a nice apartment in a city she loved with all her heart. The building was the first department store in Cincinnati back in the 1870s and was converted into a downtown apartments in 1999. The complex has a secured parking garage, fitness center, a roof top pool and various other amenities. Though she did own a car the daily walk to work kept her fit and gave her a chance to take in the life of the city. Verano had lived in Cincinnati since college. Her family was from Columbus but she had chosen The University of Cincinnati over her beloved Ohio State University because she had always wanted to live in Cincinnati and experience the rich history of the city. Her family still lives in the Columbus area and often visit her throughout the year. The entire family were huge sports fans and routinely attended OSU football games, Columbus Crew spccer games and of course Cincinnati Reds games.
Her parents were happily married of 30 years and had raised a family of three. Verano’s father, Alvaro was born in Central America and had taught himself English when he met my mother, Katherine at convention in Nashville, TN. From the time she could remember she had a love of the Spanish culture, not just the Central American family history but the European ties her father had within his family. Her name meant “summer” in Spanish and she knew some day she wanted to learn Spanish and visit Spanish speaking countries to learn of her father’s heritage. She hoped one day to take him back to his country and enjoy his rediscovery of his native land. Her older sister Maria worked in Columbus as a paralegal and was married with a teenage daughter, Kelsey. Verano’s younger brother, Clark was a senior in high school.
As Verano walked towards her apartment she thought of the upcoming vacation. This would be her third trip to Spain in 10 years. She had taken a trip with her girlfriends, Jennifer and Arizona after college in 2004. In 2010 she went again with the local High School and accompanied her niece Kelsey as part of the Spanish Club trip. She had majored in Humanities (Primarily Spanish) in college with a minors in Graphical Design and Photography. Sometimes she helped out the local Spanish teacher with curriculum and other duties when time allowed. While in Spain the first two times Verano had made friends with a few locals whom she has maintained relationships with. Isabel Rivera was from the Valencia, Spain, on the eastern Mediterranean coast. Isabel had been working in a small café in Barcelona in 2010. Isabel had promised one day she would show me her country like I had never seen or experienced it before. This third trip was for this purpose. Verano had decided to take all three weeks of vacation for the year, plus her 10 days of personal days to make the trip. Essentially giving her four weeks in the wonderful land of Spain. She would regret it later in the year but she hoped to make her dreams come true. She wanted to start her own bookstore and photography business that would allow her to quit her job at the dead end telecommunications place and live her life doing something she enjoyed.