I know it’s probably already getting old and it’s just starting. You know, about the moving and all but well, that’s kinda my life right now, so here it is again. Something about moving. But I included a pretty picture, so at least there’s some eye candy to get you through…
This is a bloom on the hydrangea plant that came in a basket of flowers that Tim’s co-workers sent to the hospital when Little G was born. My mother planted this bush in our front flower bed while she was here helping after he was born and there it will stay. I debated about digging it up and taking it with us but I doubt it would survive the move and the poor plant trauma. So, I’m taking a photograph instead and hoping that whoever buys our house takes good care of my baby’s pretty plant…
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