Friday, June 05, 2009

Back porch mornings

The last couple of mornings I've spent some time out back on the swing with coffee and a magazine. We've had cooler weather with clouds rolling by, some puffy white, some black and full of rain. Early June always seems to have mixed weather, just to add a touch of drama to the outdoor graduation party planning. Starting early I can hear the public address system from the middle school at the end of the street, remember, you will cherish your yearbook for years to come, so write only kind friendly entries for your friends to read. In other words, don't be a jerk. Frankie went to that school and she has a big white sticker over someones 'creative' entry. Ahh middle school years... I don't miss you at all. My internet connection has been anything but :COMCASTIC: so I will post while I still can. Have a good weekend peeps!
edited to add..

Have you seen all the new entries on the SEWN give away list? WOW.


10 Comments:

Blogger Judy in Michigan said...

Wow, are those yellow peonies? I have never seen yellow peonies. Have a good weekend too!

10:09 AM  
Blogger Sinta Renee said...

Wishing you a happy Friday! Thanks for the bouquet:)

10:28 AM  
Blogger Minick and Simpson said...

Joanna "Fig" mentioned something about yellow peonies recently. I thought she mis-typed. I have never seen yellow peonies before either. Is it a California thing? Do yellow peonies not exist in Michigan climate? Hmmmmm. Beautiful. Peonies are my FAVORITE flower. My wedding bouquet was white and pale, pale pink peonies and roses. Have a great weekend everyone!

Laurie

10:39 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Love the flowers, but like you I don't miss middle school either.

11:28 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Hmmm. Seems my guys have yearbooks filled with such "creative" entries...some of which they preferred. Beats "HAGS", right?
Or maybe not.
P.S. I'm tempted to leave a "creative" comment on my next comcast bill...

11:28 AM  
Blogger Red Geranium Cottage said...

Beautiful flowers Miss Kitty!!! Love the yellow.

9:31 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

My favorite yearbook entry that one of my fellow classmate/class clown wrote in my yearbook was, "I love myself, I think I'm grand. I go to the movies to hold my hand. I put my arm around my waist and then get fresh and slap my face". I love it so much and it's the only one I can remember without looking in the book.

10:15 PM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

I KNOW. Can you believe there are so many blogs signed up? I am way too excited.
Hey, say your friend Ms Bunny Hill's studio in the last American Patchwork and Quilting (we only just got it here, life is a little slower in down under). I am very jealous. Tell me, does it actually look that heavenly in her house or did they jazz it all up for the pics?
PS. Frankie package is winging its way towards you as we speak :)

12:22 AM  
Blogger Nanette Merrill said...

My son just "graduated" from 8th grade in middle school. He brought his yearbook home and I didn't read the signatures. I remember stupid things kids wrote. But my MIL happened to be at my house one evening and she picked it up and read everything! I was kind of horrified. She's pretty judgemental and I thought it was an invasion of privacy. I'd have liked to say something to her but I held my tongue. I knew there wasn't anything too awful in the book, Mason is a pretty good kid. One kid did draw swastickas (sp) in the book and Mason tried to cross them out. Other than that they were pretty bland I guess. Kids can be very rude. I just thought my MIL was rude too! Oh well. I try to respect my kids privacy unless they give me reason not to. I don't know why I launched into this but we have the middle school just down the road within hearing distance of the loud speaker, too.

3:57 PM  
Blogger Lori Holt said...

I recognise those roses! They are David Austin roses, either
Grahm Thomas or Golden Celebration.
I have both in my garden and they are my favorite.
Beautiful photo - I just photographed mine today!
Lori

10:17 PM  

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