Despite my dislike of yard work and my lack of a green thumb, I have been slowly planning an attack on my curb-appeal-lacking yard. I purchased new gardening gloves, borrowed straight edge shovels, bought mulch, potting soil, seeds, and pots.
Friday afternoon I used my little hand trowel and spade to create a new, small flower garden with zinnia seeds and to edge around an existing flowering bush. (That was hard, long work.)
Saturday I found terracotta pots at a garage sale and paid $2.00 for 12. I used that borrowed shovel and other edging equipment and when to town on the sidewalks leading up to our house. I LOVE STRAIGHT LINES. (Betcha never would have guessed that. HA.) Again, hard, long work.
I brilliantly came up with a place to transfer all of the remnants of dirt and grass from the edging project–the 2 foot wide-1 foot deep sink hole in the front strip of yard along the road. I kept piling it on, stomping it down, and adding layer after layer of dirt and grass (and yes, even weeds.)
On Sunday, I edged along the main sidewalk in front of our house and finished off the sink-hole-covering project. It was like laying turf.
Monday I potted more herbs and vegetables–cilantro, basil, snow peas, jalapenos, cherry tomatoes, parsley, dill. Now I’m just going to have to figure out what to do with all of the seedlings. I’d like to keep them contained in pots, but I hate the thought of getting rid of the other little plants in the thinning process.
Monday evening, after dinner with friends, I headed to the back yard and dug up “forgotten” soil, tilling it by hand, and planted sunflower seeds and more zinnias. *crossing my fingers and hoping they grow. Filling the front corner of our back yard (visible from the road) with 10 foot sunflowers will seriously brighten the neighborhood.
And today, I scored the window box/valence pot I was hoping for–at my favorite store, Aldi! For $6.99 I found this lovely wrought iron basket with hooks hang it from the front railing. AND THEN, at Walmart, I came across a huge hanging pot of petunias on sale for…get this…$3.50! It was definitely a little sad, but I’m hoping I can revive it. I separated the four petunia plants from the pot and transplanted them to their new valence box. Even as unhealthy the as the flowers are, it brightens the house up immensely. I’m so thrilled.
waiting for the flowers seeds to grow and the front tree and bushes to blossom and other working-bee brainstorms to occur.
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This may be the most awesome commericial ever. Or at least of the 90s.
I found a few perfect items for very little money–my favorite kind of purchases. A blue tri-fold lawn chair (low to the ground, you can lay flat or elevate your back, etc.) for $1.00! Plus these great music books and a few classic reads like Pride and Prejudice and Huckleberry Finn–all for $3.00.
She walked slowly out of the bathroom and said, “I’m sorry, but who’s your dad.”
“My dad is Danny, your son, Grandma,” I said as kindly as I could muster.
I went right to find my mom to tell her the situation and she couldn’t believe either. This was a first for Grandma. She had long-ago lost her “social filter” on the things that come out of her mouth, but never before had she forgotten any one of us.
For the next few minutes, Grandma kept asking my mom who I was and calling me Donna–most likely after her niece. I broke down in tears when I called Kevin to tell him of the heartbreaking experience.
We went back to visit Grams two days later. I had my hopes up that her mind would have clicked back into reality, that she would know me and look at me with her eyes filled with pride. We have spent so much time together over the years, my Grandma Mary and me. I never considered the possibility that she would forget her granddaughter.
But upon entering her room a second time, she called me “Hun” and “Donna” once again. And even when my dad tried to tell her I was his daughter, all she could say was, “Well I can see why you’d be so proud.” But there no understanding in her eyes.
And so my grieving process begins now. All too soon for my liking.