Uhh, I Don't Have A Title Today

I actually have too many titles the first of which would be, Why Is Blogger a Booger?

A post about how I can't load pictures for the last week unless I do them one at a time twice. Or how many weeps can a poor blogger woman weep?

Then there is, Hurray, the Fence Is On Its Way:

A post about how happy a gardener can get.

Or how about, Who Let The Rain Out: An expose of Lanny's expert water draining techniques.





Then of course there is, The Last Piece of Pot Pi: A self explanatory item on being the first in for lunch.

Or, This Dear Reader Is Why I Don't Dye Beer Green: A post on the finer art of celebrating a feast day.




But then I could go with, Down to the Last Bite: Which wouldn't need a post at all.






There is always the time honored, When You Garden You Garden Alone: A simple post on the universal excuses given for not helping aged, asthmatic and fanatic gardeners.

Or, Got Dirt? Got Moss? A humor piece on contemplating how much moss Dirt can grow. (Ooops, did I capitalize that as if it were a name?)

I could go with, Go To Hellebore: But I won't, I would never really say that to anyone, really, it was just fun to say.
Okay, a post about a gardener being too juvenile.




How about, The Kneegleted Garden: But I would be afraid of plagiarism, someone has had to have said that before.


The most exciting however, The Lost Is Found!: A confession and repentance and keeping a promise to God.

See you tomorrow after the Doc appointment. Ya know, I think if you never went to the Doc you'd never get sick.

I do hope to have some time to post the second letter I found in my grandfather's trunk before I leave tomorrow. I am having a dickens of a time translating it. Idiom schmediom, I don't speak French or Dutch, and I have no idea how they thought back then. This is hard translating letters that are about virtually nothing that you know about. Why do I always have to do something the hard way.

Oh well the letters are interesting if not very accurate and I think you might be surprised at some of the developments, or not. I am just surprised that Elisabeth didn't turn out to be a maid on the train, cause I was sure that the story was supposed to head in that direction. My, my, what can occur when you think you know what you’re doing but don't.

I've lost count on how many times I have tried to edit, I'm done, I love you Dear Reader but Blogger clearly does not like me tonight, (tension in the relationship has been building all week) so I give 'cause he is bigger than me.

God Bless and good night.