The Calm Before The Storm

We are two weeks out from my son’s wedding.  It’s going to be a simple beach affair with only about thirty guests, most of whom are family.  Mr. R. and I are have been assigned the responsibility of beverages for the reception.  The wedding itself is at 10:00am, so we won’t have alcohol except for a little mimosa station.  We’ll probably spend next weekend really gearing up, buying sodas, water, juices, ice, etc.  We’ll also be busy getting the house in order.  Later that week out of town guests begin to arrive.

So this weekend, Mr. R. and I are spending a quiet weekend doing not much of anything.  We did, however, go out to Lowe’s looking for inexpensive annuals for me to take to work for an Earth Day project.  (Yep, that’s this coming week.)  We lucked out, finding a bunch of things on the clearance rack.  I picked out some marigolds, petunias, and a couple of other things for fifty cents apiece.

As we were checking out, I spied some interesting yet battered looking rose bushes and much to my delight, they were on clearance for five dollars.  I love roses, but, and this is important, I don’t like red roses.   They’re just way too cliche.  We currently have a yellow rose and the blooms often have a pink tinge to them, and we have a lovely pale pink whose blooms are sometimes sort of ombre, palest near the center to bright pink near the edges.

We welcome to our little rose family this blue hybrid tea rose.  The flowers currently on the bush are a little beat up but I’ve never seen any this color.  I can’t wait until we nurse it back to health.

And yes, I am ignoring the fact that my baby is getting married and moving 1,600 miles away.  And that my house will soon be a hive of activity resembling Grand Central Station.  Don’t judge me.