Home Beautiful? I think not.

Doesn’t our table look pretty today?

I cut some of the roses from our front garden, like I’ve been meaning to for almost 2 years. Since we moved here, in fact.

Certainly, this picture is not a spotless article of gardenly domestic joy. (Is gardenly even a word?)

They have big, light~brown aphidy things on the buds and under the leaves.

The edges of the petals are beginning to brown already with the damp (we’ve had a bit of rain lately).

And there’s that little hand reaching in to finger one of the artistically (autistically?) placed crystals, while I growl warningly and then scream in frustration.

Hmmm… Time for a dose of peanut m&m’s again.