Not me though, when this automatically posts at 7:00am tomorrow morning I am gunna be snug in bed catching up on sleep. I noticed when I came in this evening that the forget me nots are getting rather leggy ... some work to do pulling them up this weekend or next I'd say.
Song of Solomon 7
Come, dear lover—
let's tramp through the countryside.
Let's sleep at some wayside inn,
then rise early and listen to bird-song.
Let's look for wildflowers in bloom,
blackberry bushes blossoming white,
Fruit trees festooned
with cascading flowers.