Earlier today (when I published the blog message with a clipart picture of broken bottle), I never expected I’d see a dozen broken bottles in my front yard. In my humble opinion, my “bottle trees” add an artistic touch to my garden. A lot of time, and money, went into acquiring my vast collection of colored bottles (and vases). I bought the beer sold in beautiful cobalt-blue bottles and a friend enjoyed the brew. One can’t find white, or red, bottles so I shopped Thrift stores for white “milk glass” vases. The red vases were purchased from Dollar Tree.
About one-thirty, a thunderstorm “blew” in and drenched the area–and took out the electricity. I heard the sound of broken glass but could not see (from my windows) what happened. At one-fifty, umbrella in hand, I dashed across the street to the Clubhouse for “Father’s Day” potluck. “Oh no, not my bottles!!” I left the fellowship early so I could take the pictures and prepare this message.
“D” for “disaster” but a failing grade (“D”) when it comes to participation in activities here at the RV Park. As mentioned in an earlier blog, my mind says “do” but the body says “don’t.”