The Kids, DH and I take our daily jaunt through our compound and every day I say, "Look at those hibiscus! How come all of the other bushes are in full bloom and we haven't even got buds?" Yesterday I saw that we did, in fact, have ONE flower. Isn't it pretty?
Are these flowers I would plant anywhere else? No. I don't think so. I'm not a "red" person - especially this color red - but the blooms are so brilliant in the sea of tan and gray, here, that you can't help but notice them. The bushes along the walk have buds, so we'll have more flowers soon. I will not let Appuk trim them until they are done flowering - if he had his way - there would be nothing but some green leaves cut in a nice neat rectangular shape.
Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”
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