Called a ‘Moonflower’, this plant is right outside the retreat center and it smells wonderful. At night, the bush is full of blooms that close up by about mid-morning. The unfortunate name conjures up images of drunken, obnoxious males dropping their pants with subsequent video showing up on YouTube. I know…I should get out more. Bite me.
I made a name tag for my Featherweight from fabric flowers my Mom discarded and a couple of buttons. It says ‘I’m not ANTIQUE, I’m RETRO-CHIC’. I think it spiffs Lennie up a bit, don’t you?
A box of clementines all the way from Israel…in a tiny town in Texas. I have no idea what Orla, Shvils, Trumot or Maasrot mean…I’ll have to go Google it. Good fruit though.
And a view out the back of the retreat center. I’d live there if they’d let me, but DH would probably divorce me or at the very least send the children out there so I guess I’ll just stick to my once a year visit.
It’s back to work tomorrow and the house is a wreck so I’m off to clean.
Who’m I kidding? I’m off to peruse my weekend purchases and watch mindless crap on TV. OH, happy day!