Sandra's Writers Workshop Hop
Walking around the neighborhood, as I do every morning, I drink in the meticulously tended gardens. The purple and pink petunias are especially fragrant this year. The day and tiger lilies are in full bloom. I especially keep an eye on a neighbors hydrangea. Her hydrangea produces prolific blue flowers. I have two bushes and have yet to get a blossom much less flowers to cut. I muse over what might be her secret. I hypothecate that the secret is the plants location and amount of sunlight it receives.
Trudging along I drink in the aroma of the beech nut blossoms. The street is lined with these wonderfully smelling trees. Tapping my pocket, I am relieved. The great gasping for air, yanking of the handkerchief, I begin the sneezing bout allergies demand.