Today was all about Christmas spirit, despite the September-like weather. First we listened to Christmas music, wrote cards, and wrapped presents. Then we had to run errands so we took the dogs with us. I would have hated to kep them shut up in the house on a beautiful afternoon like this.
We stopped by my friend David's house, which is brimming with Christmas cheer. His whole living room is filled with outgoing presents for friends and family members. And they hadn't even decorated yet!
He has a rose bush for me that his father, a lifelong gardener, had brought for me. David's father has been very kind over the years and brought me many perennials, notably a huge stash of daylilies a couple of years ago. So this rose wounds perfect for me. David is growing it too. It doesn't get black spot, has a long bloom season, and grows just the right height to train along a fence.
Unfortunately I couldn't take it right then because it's going to go in the new bed, which won't be ready for weeks, maybe months depending on the weather. So I admired it, but left it in its happy home in David's back yard. He told me the name of it but I forget. I think it's a "knockout" rose, and it has white flowers.
After that we mailed our cards and packages, and I stopped at PetSmart and bought one more little present. They had a Santa there so you could have your pet's photo taken with Santa. I would love to have Jane and Thirteen's photo with a Santa, but it would be a disaster. They're both so skittish with strangers.
After today's errands, I'm just about done with Christmas gifts! Still have one package to mail tomorrow, and one thing to buy, and then I'm done.
"So this rose wounds perfect for me" is an amazingly tragic (and melodramatic) typo.
Dude, I am so emo!