Broken Hallelujah

snagged from Anne



Today I've been pruning azalea bushes, and weeding flower beds; getting reading to plant some perennials this weekend. Will plant some eezy-peezy impatiens, petunias, and still deciding on others, to go along with the already up white ground flox, and the purple iris, red tulips, and yellow daffodils in various stages of sproutdom.



Anything to remove my senses from this never-ending biased media infiltration, immersing myself in my little corner of moistened earth. Bush going on Arab television is so beyond phony and days late. And if we have those photos floating around, what happens when cameras aren't snapping? I'm just so revolted over those pictures that I start ranting and babbling and can't find the words.



One person; one vote. (May not apply in some states.)