This is a late climbing rose that I planted last year , its currently 8 ft tall
has been mercilessly pruned, and for some reason
is blooming heavily.
This of course has nothing to do with the fact yall are up to your butts in snow.
Nope, really.

As is my habit on Saturdays, I was wandering around the blogosphere,
reading a bit of this and that.
When I saw this button.
It was on I am a kinky woman”s blog.
It was a story guaranteed to rip your heart out.

This is the sort of tragedy that leaves wounds that may never heal,a loss that
cannot be understood. When my daughter was killed, I sought solace in my faith,I sought,
understanding, I sought sanity in a world that was not sane.
Most of all I sought to find a way to go on. To live.
I do pretty well most days, months and years.

I miss her with an intensity that sometimes ebbs,but never leaves.
I am sometimes caught by the pain, the tears that cannot be checked, the memory that is so real.

During this Christmas season, show that you care about life.
Yours and theirs.
Don’t be stupid. Stay Sober.