WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?

I seem to remember that line from a song from back in the sixties or seventies.  I know where mine have gone.  All of the frosts this last month did them in and the morning the dogs water dish had a lid of ice on it last week finished off my hardy mums.  It has been a strange weather year.  Seems as though nothing has gone well around me what with illness, accidents, frustation and loneliness taking their turns at turning my world upside down and inside out.  That old Pennsylvania Dutch saying seems to fit me lately--"The hurrier I go the behinder I get."  What David used to call my Walmart Shuffle,  you know, two steps forward then one step back to look at something.  I start to do something then get sidetracked so I have many projects started that are just waiting for me to get the energy to finish them and that is the hard part--getting the energy.  Maybe I am just feeling my age, my body just isn't cooperating and sometimes my mind just seems to be put on hold.  And here it is birthday time again.  Time flies or seems to whiz by faster.  As one wise old friend said once--"It isn't that time is going faster, it's just that we are going slower!"  Maybe I can't seem to get my projects finished because I no longer have a helper to work with me.  I need to move on but, oh, how I miss him.