It's Me.

Just before I go to bed I'm thinking, it's been a smashing day, we have really had some great weather for the past week or so, it's been that good that I haven't bothered with housework, well, that was until my son visited yesterday and picked up an ornament, that proved that I had not dusted the room for a wee while.

I get out of bed this morning just knowing that I must do something, but the sun is just breaking out, one more day wont make any difference I tell myself, I don't take a lot of convincing.

Stroll around the garden taking in the scent of the wallflowers, admire the pinky-white rhododendron, dead head the last of the daffs, sense the satisfaction of beating the slugs, so far, in our battle for the hostas, six sweet pea plants planted against the trellis, two rows of carrots and one row of lettuce seeds, sit at the side of my new gravel garden picking out weeds and enjoy the hot sun.

It's been 68 c today, in foreign that's minus 30 and half the remaining figure, and you then know what it is in f, 68-30= 38, half of 38 is 19, so it's been 19 degrees f, that does not make it any hotter or colder just understandable to foreigners and why they should want to know what the temperature is in my garden in Scotland God only knows.

Anyway, I have not done the dusting yet and I may not be able to sleep for worrying about it, but I'll try.

Good night.

Found this at "smugmug" and put it here before anyone else could.

I read the post by, http://freeasthewind6.blog.co.uk/

Journey into Native American Heritage
As I walk the Red Road into a deeper understanding. I will attempt to share the way of the Native American.

This reminded me of these words that are so very true.

Ways We Might Have Gone. by Frank Mc Donald.

Two roads are on offer, and what will it matter
If this one or that one is chosen today?
Who has a globe to look into the future?
What will it mean if we choose the wrong way?
Who knows the reason for making decisions
That decades from now may condemn us to hell?
Lights that entice-are they simple illusions?
Will happiness follow? Or pain? Who can tell?
A lifetime is over-we look back in wonder
At roads we neglected to journey along;
But who is to say that we could have fared better,
That we opted to go where we did not belong?
A tradesman, a teacher, a Cromwell, a Caesar,
The highways they followed all finish in dust;
Now fate in its mercy has made us an offer
That needs no decision- for take it we must.

The Glasgow train from Queen St, Glasgow, to Bishopbriggs was very busy.

At the next stop a midget got on, an actual, proper wee dwarf midget with a Victoria Wines carry-oot bag.

It was quite busy on the train, there was no room for his bag on the seat beside him, and he was looking up at the overhead rack.

A Good Samaritan was kind enough to say "Would you like me to put that up for you mate?"

"Yes please" he said, and it was done.

But it wasn't up right and when the train moved, a half bottle of Vodka fell out the bag and smashed on the floor.

The midget stood up, his face red with rage, the inspector came along to see what was going on.

The inspector asked if it was his bag, The midget says "Aye...and I'm not happy!

A voice from the back of the carriage shouts out .....

"Well . . . . . . which one are you then?"