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Showing posts with label I fell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I fell. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

An Important Interjection!

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

I know you were expecting the next installment of the mystery happening in The Garden At Crocker Croft, as written in Barbee's Blog. The writer has not forgotten you, it is just that a big exciting happening occurred!

You may remember that Barbee' is a member of Blotanical.com. There has been a big annual contest going on over there. We were supposed to enter our blogs in the categories in which we wanted to be remembered. I didn't even do that (because, I know how stiff is the competition), but someone else nominated Barbee's Blog, which I consider a great compliment. Then it was on the short list, an even greater (and getting to be exciting) compliment.

When I received some notes of congratulations, it sent me running over there to see what was happening. The votes had been tallied at Blotanical, and (surprises never cease), Barbee's Blog was voted number one of the Kentucky members. Now, if you knew the competition, you would be as surprised as I am.

A multitude of excited thank-yous to all Blotanical members who voted for me. This is quite an honor that I do not take lightly. Thank you.

Now, I promise (I think.), the next post will reveal the mystery in the garden. I'm working on it. Need more photos. Things do interfere. While bending over gathering okra (dwarf plants), I had a spell of vertigo, lost my balance, fell out of one flower bed, reeled out of control across a section of lawn, then fell into another flowerbed flat on my front side, flattening a bunch of New England asters, kissed the ground with no intention of doing so, scraped the bridge of my nose, and sprained a knee. Now, I'm walking like Chester in the old (very old) TV series Gun Smoke. Well, that really dates me!

No, this is not the one where I fell.
It's just a pretty picture.