I should have taken a pic of me in full poison-ivy ammo gear.
I'll do that soon. Promise.
I'm allergic now. I didn't used to be. I... well... miss those days.
Those were non-itch/welt/looking-worse-than-usual days.
But I have declared war on the ivy monster!
Now this is tricky. Because it's running rampant through my English ivy which I love.
But one must sacrifice the occasional battle for the war.
This is my rose-toned clematis.
Note the close-up factor for this pic.
Doing a close-up means you don't see the JUNGLE surrounding it and you think:
"Wow, Ruthy's great in the garden!"
(this is where clever editing becomes your new best friend)
And how about this beauty? This is pale ivory clematis with pink veins...
gorgeous for a wedding backdrop, isn't it?
What you can't see is the chicken coop behind it.
But most brides SERVE chicken at their weddings,
so who wouldn't want to be photographed
It's very mathematical.
And then there's this.
This is the reason I do what I do.
Not the puppy. Although I love the puppy.
(Yes, we breed Golden Retrievers. Love it!!!)
This is my friend Taylor. I would walk over hot coals for this kid.
And right now, we're doing just that.
Taylor's mom is my friend Lisa.
has newly diagnosed breast cancer.
She is my friend. My buddy. My confidant.
She has trusted me with her children for ten years.
WHAT ON EARTH WAS SHE THINKING???
If you go to the shutterfly site we've made,
you'll see Lisa, Jeff and the gang.
So do me a favor. Please.
Add my Lisa to your prayer list. She's tough.
But she's got cancer and could use those prayers.
That healing touch.
She's 36 years old and life did an abrupt u-turn on her.
But around here?
We fight like girls.