I decided to indulge my inner gardener today, knowing that it would also be rejuvenate my inner writer. Sometimes spending the day reading and writing feels like doing nothing. Nothing gets accomplished. I love days when I finish things, a sewing project (I’ve got three, no make that four unfinished at the moment but I have to clear a space to work on them. Two unfinished books. A dirty house. Really, my downstair’s bathroom sink is disgusting. I’ve got to try to get to that today too.
So I took some time, bought some flowers and began the process of outdoor beautification.
I forgot to take a real before picture, but here’s an almost before series for you:
An empty container with my trusty un-assistant. Isn’t that what you’d call a helper who runs away with your tools and supplies? That’s what I call her. – Turkey.
This is a container I’d already started when I thought about photos. I’m apparently having a yellow and blue/purple summer this year.
This is the stuff I bought. That one plant in the window next to the Dalia? That’s a Boxwood! I’m thinking boxwood boarders like on an English Estate. Theres more of the beautiful blue flowers, a couple of tomatoes, a couple of red Bell Peppers, some ground cover and God knows what else. I love flowers.
And this last picture is the pot from the top of the page, finished. The big yellow dog chewed it to bits when he was little so I had to shore it up with a couple of cut up flower pots. Of course now, instead of writing I feel like napping. Isn’t that always the way?