Skinned Knees and Rose Bushes

We have a set of wide wooden steps winding up from one side of our house to the back hill, like a sort of boardwalk. I was standing on that boardwalk this morning, contemplating our rose bushes. Specifically, I was annoyed that someone (who?!) had cut off the one single yellow rose that had been growing amongst all the pink ones. I had noticed it the other day, still tightly budded, and was looking forward to seeing it bloom. Then today, it was gone.

I have a suspicion it was one of the gardeners. All I can say is, he better be giving it to his mother tomorrow.

As I started to come back to the house, the first plank of the wooden step completely gave way, and I fell flat on my face in a way that I haven't since I was, oh, about 5. I am sure it looked quite amusing, but I didn't laugh til much much later. Instead, the whole thing just added the fuel of suffering to the spark of my annoyance about the yellow rose.

Thankfully, however, the sun was out and soon put me in a good mood again. I always feel calmer in sunlight, for some reason. Also, though I skinned my knees, it turned out that I sustained no other injuries. Whew!

(Wow. I am nearly 32 years old, and I skinned my knees! How funny is that?)