Not only do I waste time gardening. I also waste time arranging cut flowers from my garden.
At some point during our annual visits with Tim’s ambitious brother Mike in California, he asks me about expanding my business. This year he brought up the success of the Heath tile company in Sausalito. Apparently the couple who bought Heath has turned it into a 14-million-dollar, nationwide company. One of my ambitions for this summer was to change the side on which I part my hair. I’m trying to floss more, and I also would like to read to my youngest child more. Neither of those goals has been met, but the part part has been accomplished.
I know it's probably beginner's luck, but doesn't that look AMAZING?! My neighbors are actually starting to refer to me as "The Gardner" or "The Zinnia Lady." I've also gotten some dismissive, "You know that they are all annuals, don't you?" comments. I think I've got a line on some perennials for next year, so those nay sayers will have to kiss my Bee Balmed ass.
A rare trip to buy new clothes at Target...
(You know I'm kidding about Toby's knowledge of psychoanalysis, right? I'm sure there are people out there who would reduce my life's work to a desire to play with feces, though.)