Blue on Blue, Heartache on Heartache ...... Remember that old song by Bobby Vinton? Oh, how my mother loved the "Polish Prince." It's a sad song about two lovers who are no longer together.
Part of one of the verses says:
Now the trees are bare
There's sadness in the air
And I'm as blue as I can be
Well, I'm blue, because I'm not able to garden. I need to get my fingers in the dirt. My fingers are itching to dig. Please February pass quickly!!!
In the meantime, I'll reminisce about some of my blue flowers that are still at rest.
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