It has been an interesting week. A snapping turtle the size of a dinner plate stopped by the back door to lay her eggs, swallows have taken over the horse stall in back of the barn, the cherries and strawberries are getting ripe and Charlie couldn't get gelded because he has only one "ball" dropped.

My beautiful new roses are blooming along with the old ones. I am particularily impressed with the coral color or soft orange maybe, of the rose Carefree Celebration. Daylillies are beginning to bloom too. My oriental lilies are 8 foot tall already probably because of all the rain. I bought some stakes for them but the buds are still small so they won't need it yet.

Michael Jackson died. Everyone made fun of him while he was alive but now that he's dead everybody acts like he was some kind of beloved icon, which he wasn't. He was a weird little man, possibly a pervert and I didn't even think his singing was that good. His poor kids- at least now they may have a chance to be in a normal household and as time goes by maybe they will forget how odd he was. Once again drugs were probably his downfall and a doctor may have helped his addiction.

Every family seems to have its odd one, doesn't it? (Although in my family we may all be odd.) Every family could probably have a story written about it. Warning - family- I may someday write all about you!