Yesterday I had a yard sale. A friend of mine and her granddaughter came over to help me. In the latter part of the afternoon we went outside for some ball time. I took some photos. One of the photos was kind of different. It was a big, blue beach ball and then I took a photo of it looking at the sun through the beach ball. The other photos are of my friend and her grandchild having fun. The roses are out my front window.
My Heart Belongs To You
He thought of it all
Bottle of wine
Two red roses
Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?
When you walk into the room in you feel peace. There is a nice comfy wrap-a-round couch that I could curl up in and take a nap. I see several shelves full of old crocks. It seems that this person likes antiques pretty well.
Two miniature trees decorated in white lights and gold Victorian ornaments. This brings a calmness when you gaze at them. I see an old round chrome table with two matching chairs. On top looks like several boxes of left-over candies that may have not been able to be stuffed in to Christmas stockings.
On one wall right by a window, there sits a computer. Decorated by white soft curtains this would make a wonderful view to look out. I wonder if the one who uses this computer is a writer? I can see this person gazing out the window gathering ideas to place on paper.
I see several candles sitting on the fireplace. This white Victorian fireplace brings a sense of warmth and could provide a very romantic setting. There is a big screen television and sitting beside that is a WII system. It is covered with dust. It must not get played with much. There is a beautiful wood blanket chest. It looks like an antique for sure.
I imagine that the person who lives here is into old stuff. She loves romance and peaceful surroundings. The glow of white lights and candles burning makes me feel like she is a loving and compassionate person. A philosopher, a deep thinker. I would love to meet her.
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Drake and Dahlia arrived at the hospital and went to the lady at the front desk and asked
what room Drew was in. The lady questioned who he was and he said brother, and she told him the room number.
They took the stairs slowly so Dahlia would not trip over herself and made it to the third floor and then walked the halls until they found Drew’s room numbered, and then walked in. Drake was shocked to see his brother.
He was in a big plastic tank, and his mother, upon seeing them at the door walked over and told each of them that Drew had pneumonia and that the plastic covering would help Drew’s lungs. Drake took hold of Dahlia’s hand and together they walked over to where Drew laid. Drew acknowledged their presence with his eyes, and Drake could see that his brother was definitely sick, as he witnessed blood splatter when Drew coughed.
They stood for a moment looking down at him and Drake and Drew touched hands from each side of the tank cover. This pulled at Drake’s heart and he then stepped back, walking back to where his mom and dad were sitting.
Rachel said that they had found Drew almost collapsed on the floor and their was a small amount of blood on the floor where he had been coughing. They had called the doctor and the doctor had told them to get him to the hospital right away.
The doctor said they had brought him in time, that he was going to be alright, but he did not know if the cancer would recognize this weakness in Drew’s body and decide to move faster. This was going to be a waiting game, but he was sure that he could heal the lungs for now.
Some of the boarders had shown up at the door, and Drake and Dahlia stood up and walked over to them and explained what was going on. Rachel told the ladies to come on in, and Drake told Dahlia that they should take their leave now, so Drew would not have to many visitors at once. Drake walked over to the big mask covering Drew’s top half of his body and told him they would be back later, and to take care, and to hurry up and come home. Drew made a small smile showing that he understood.
Drake and Dahlia back out in to the fresh air talking among themselves about Drew, and Drake said that he could see the tired looks in his parents faces, so why didn’t the two go home and make something easy for supper that could be reheated. Dahlia thought this was a good idea, and she hugged her fiance for being so thoughtful and caring.
They went home and saw that hamburger was thawing in the refrigerator, so he took it out and opening the wrapper of it placed it in a bowl, and while he made a meatloaf out of it, Dahlia scrubbed potatoes, and made a salad. In no time at all, the meatloaf was baking, the potatoes were sitting beside the meatloaf, and the salad was in the refrigerator keeping chilled.
When the two had cleaned up their mess, Dahlia said that she was going to change clothes and go out to her balance bar to practice some moves that she wanted to help her students with, and Drake said that he would help her also. She laughed out loud and asked him what he knew about dancing, and he laughed back and asked, you do not realize that I understand your kind of dance?
Without waiting for a response, Drake walked into the living room and found a record that he loved to dance to and one that was smooth and romantic. He had seen his father dancing with his mother to this record. He placed the record on the record player and then walked over to Dahlia and reaching for her hands, he led her into the middle of the living room floor, and wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and they danced.
Dahlia looked up into his face and said that the dance she was going to practice was ballet, and not this kind of step, but felt her body once again beginning to turn into butter, as he led her around the living room ever so gracefully. Drake let his one hand slide down to the curve of her butt and soon his other hand met the other and Dahlia held him tight around his neck, and the music swept them through the room.
It was like magic in the air and roses bloomed and spread their perfume throughout the room. As the two held each other so close, Dahlia could feel a hardness near her abdomen, and when Drake saw that she had noticed his desires, he led her to the couch and gently lifted her down on to the couch, letting her head rest up on a soft pillow.
He began by kissing her lips and then kissing her forehead and neck and then back to her lips. He parted her lips and moved his tongue inside of her mouth and filled her mouth and lips with heat and desires.
He then glided his lips down to the curvature of her breast and he kissed what was revealed and with one hand he cupped one in his hand and gave a gentle squeeze. Dahlia heard a small gasp escape from her throat and she drew herself closer to him, as his hand reached behind her and unbuttoned the top few buttons. He moved his hand to her chest once again, allowing his skin to touch her soft velvety skin. Her body arched to meet his and he took this as a cue to move further, and soon his hands were making their way under her under skirt and he felt the heat that was flowing from her. He let his hand rest on the outer part of the cotton that kept the love she felt for him hidden away.
He started to slide his hand under her panties, and then the back door was heard opening, and the two of them jumped up and sitting upright, Drake hurriedly buttoned back her few buttons, and both of them straightening their clothes out, they parted to each side of the couch.
Rachel and Ralph came through the door and the boarding ladies were following behind. They could hear the music playing and Ralph looked at Rachel with fond memories of their own dances, and wondered if they had broken a sin about to take place.
Saying hello to each other, Drake jumped up from the couch and as he went to the kitchen he yelled back at everyone that supper was ready, and they should all gather round for supper. Rachel walked over to Dahlia and kissed her lightly on the forehead for being so thoughtful as to get supper ready for them.
When all were seated Ralph announced that the doctor said he thought Drew would be resting comfortably tonight. The medicine was working in his system at this moment, and there was no reason for everyone to stay, that Drew needed his rest, and for them all to go home. If anything should happen, the nurse on duty would call them at once.
The supper hour was spent with people’s mind on Drew, and some were wondering what they had walked into in the living room. The meal was good and everyone thanked Drake and Drew for the delicious meal. After wards they all helped clean the table, and do the dishes.
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The bottom picture is one of my flowers I planted in the early spring. Although I have watered frequently, it shows that it doesn’t like my soft water near as well as God’s water. If I remember right, it is a hydrangea flower. Over three feet tall, and I have 13 bulbs in all. I am disappointed in the wilting of the leaves, but I can not control the drought here in Indiana.
The top photo is what I am hoping is called Chicken and her hens? I am not sure, so I need your help. Is this what it is? I saw it all by itself, in the middle of spring, and felt bad for it, so I got some potting soil and gave it a new home. It has now grown over four inches in height. What should I do with it when the frost comes? I hate to see it die.
You see, I love to photograph beautiful flowers, and look at them, but I can not identify them. I can not have them in the house, as I am allergic to fresh flowers. I tell everyone with laughter in my voice, that if you know me personally and are a family member or friend, you will NOT send roses to my funeral, as I am terribly allergic to roses more than any other flower. I promise I will scare the pants off of you by rising up out of the coffin and sneezing and giving signals that I need a kleenex.