It is a bit early for the usual fall preparations, but this has not been a usual fall.

In preparing for Hurricane Florence, many potted plants had to be moved for protection.

Vines on trellises had to be trimmed and tied.

Limbs and leaves of the tropical trees had to be preened off to lessen wind resistance.

Now that Florence has passed, I find myself dragging plants in big clay pots back out

just about the time they should be prepared to be moved in for winter.

So this fall, the transition has been complicated.

As the clay pots come out of the shop after Florence, their plants are being popped into a plastic pot of similar size.

Some late acquisitions are being put in the ground.

This is the first fall ever that I have considered tossing my FLOWER status.

It has been one calamity after another in my garden this spring and summer.

I have never worked harder nor had this many failures.

I am carefully considering the future of each plant and my position as their gardener.

Florence brought in the winds of change.

Where will the FLOWER blow off to?

FLOW

I refuse to watch the news.

The hype is exasperating.

I am quietly praying for those in harm’s way.

It is gusty here.

The chimes are singing.  The trees are dancing.

My head knows something is coming.

I know not whether it is inner ear or cerebrospinal fluid.

The tide in my head is shifting.

I wait outside in the wind.

Whatever comes will come.

No technology needed.

I feel it.

FLO

I am away from the internet, so this will be brief.

Mr. Flower was glad to find a beer with a Volkswagen on it.

When my garden is a mess, I feel like a mess, too.

I have been too busy to take care of myself or my garden this summer.

I am glad the weather is getting cooler.

Maybe things will slow down, so I can catch up.

It’s time to get home and garden.

Flower needs to get back to her flowers.

Love it!

FLOWER

I have spent some time out of my comfort zone this week.

FLOW has been schooled, but not fooled.

I have tried numerous times to share a bit of information

that may be of use to the USA.

Like a good citizen.

These exchanges could have been mutually beneficial, but weren’t.

The first young woman kept sending me in circles and telling me to do things that I had all ready tried.

Tell me Melish, was it my age or my accent that lead you to believe that I could not use the internet as well as you?

I finally had to inform Melish that the office she kept recommending had been closed since February of 2015.

Then there was Jo.  I guess I had consumed more coffee than she yesterday morning.

She interrupted me to let me know that I did not have to spell everything for her.

I was not using the NATO Phonetic Spelling just the regular alphabet.

What a Charlie Foxtrot!

I think it would be more likely to get help from an alien force.

If you comment on this post, do not expect a quick response.

I will be outside building a signal fire and arranging glow in the dark rocks to spell out

Sierra Oscar Sierra

FLOWWAITINGFORHELPFROMUFO