When time was short and company was coming, a quick dusting and tidying up had a funny name in our house, "a lick and a promise." A lick means a hasty effort, I think it is an Irish saying but some claim it comes from Romany horse traders licking their hands before shaking. If that were the case, I don't think my mother would have used the phrase.
Well, there's much work calling this morning to which I must give my best effort, but I have a little flower blooming and am thinking about BETH, who is not a lick and promise kind of girl. She is faithful and kind, my mother-in-law. And I am proud of Grandma for getting high speed Internet and exploring her computer more.
Several years ago I bought some little bulbs at the hardware store. A few of them have survived the gophers, so here is a good morning wind flower, a big hello and a lick and a promise...as things are starting to bloom here on the Pacific coast, I'll hope to share more flowers and perhaps even something interesting to read soon.