Post interview flowers

We had an early morning appointment in Birmingham. We swilled coffee and scooted. Jilda had her first physical therapy session. While they put her through the paces, I sat in the corner and wrote my column for Sunday's paper. 

A talker, as we refer to chatty people, came up and sat next to me. I quickly pulled out wireless headphones and shoved them into my ears up to the second knuckle. I then found my Deep Concentration music stream and hit play. Soon, I was somewhere else tapping keys and laughing to myself about the clever lines I was writing. I crack myself up sometimes. Too bad other's don't get the humor. 

By the time Jilda came over and tapped me on the shoulder, the talker had moved on to more fertile ears. A young PT was listening to be polite. 

We practiced once we got home. We have a gig tomorrow evening and we're rehearsing some songs we haven't played in a long time. 

Later, when Jilda headed out to work, I left for an interview with a gardener. I'll be writing a story about the things she plants each spring in her flower and container gardens. It was an interesting conversation. This is what the newspaper calls an Evergreen story since it is not time sensitive.  Page designers love evergreen stories because they can keep them for slow news days. 

I shot a ton of pictures because the flowers in her beds were stunning. The paper will only use one or two, so I decided to use one on my blog tonight. I .think it's called a clematis. 

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