Travelling & Gardening...
Travelling & GardeningFirst I have to say, I'm so sad that we cannot go to GA for vacation. A got leave approved, we had money to spend when we get there... called to find out about the hop....and the bad news hit...no hop into Atlanta. The closest thing is Baltimore, Maryland. The more I tried to work it out, the worse it got. I was tied up in knots, consistantly praying for a solution... and finally A took me by the shoulders, and said that working so hard and not getting solutions, felt wrong. So we prayed about that answer, and instantly I felt better. I have no idea why we aren't supposed to go, but we aren't. I cannot express how quickly I felt relief and stress-free....which is so weird. I was devistated at the possibility of not going while I was trying to work out a plan....and work out a plan...and work out a plan. But now I'm ok with it. Just sad that I cannot go play with my sisters and see my parents.
Today, when I got home from working out.... I took one look at my flowerpot mess (*see post about the snow after I put out my beautiful plants*) and ripped out all the dead plants, and planted all my marigold seeds and some other seeds (I forget what flavor.) I cleaned up the rocks, gravel and got rid of all the dead leaves and trash....and now my front yard looks decent again. That is so theraputic for me. I love to piddle around in the dirt. I love how easily things grow here. I love that it doesn't take long to see reward for hard work. For J's PP, she has to plant a veggie garden, so that will be our next task. I pray we can keep the playground kids out of the harvest...but I'm skeptical. Someone came along recently and CUT my crokus plants down to the dirt-line....I can just see the green and freshly cut stems. I was so irritated, because they were such a vibrant purple and my daffodils were getting ready to bloom, I couldn't wait for the combination. I wanted to choke someone. I could understand one or two getting picked....sometimes little girls do that...taking one home to their mommy. But--ALL OF THEM????? CUT-not picked???? If someone cuts my daffodils I will have to inflict bodily harm.
Today, when I got home from working out.... I took one look at my flowerpot mess (*see post about the snow after I put out my beautiful plants*) and ripped out all the dead plants, and planted all my marigold seeds and some other seeds (I forget what flavor.) I cleaned up the rocks, gravel and got rid of all the dead leaves and trash....and now my front yard looks decent again. That is so theraputic for me. I love to piddle around in the dirt. I love how easily things grow here. I love that it doesn't take long to see reward for hard work. For J's PP, she has to plant a veggie garden, so that will be our next task. I pray we can keep the playground kids out of the harvest...but I'm skeptical. Someone came along recently and CUT my crokus plants down to the dirt-line....I can just see the green and freshly cut stems. I was so irritated, because they were such a vibrant purple and my daffodils were getting ready to bloom, I couldn't wait for the combination. I wanted to choke someone. I could understand one or two getting picked....sometimes little girls do that...taking one home to their mommy. But--ALL OF THEM????? CUT-not picked???? If someone cuts my daffodils I will have to inflict bodily harm.
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