Our summer list of things we were looking forward to is pretty much done:
Helping two of our kids move closer (yeah!)
Going to the Iowa State Fair and eating our favorite foods on a stick
Having all of our kids and grandkids home for a family weekend
Working in the flower beds and seeing everything bloom: daisies, black-eyed susan, tiger lilies, coneflowers, day lilies, phlox, vinca major, bleeding hearts (sigh)
The girls' only scrapping weekend with my daughter Liz and forever friend Linda (Girls only because Michael fled for the weekend!)
Good ole' tender Iowa sweet corn, dripping with butter and salt, but free of calories if you eat it within 48 hours of being picked (true!)
Seeing my window box spill over with purple, pink, and striped wave petunias and white lobelia and pots with matching flowers to greet people at the front door
Enjoying the lush green grass in the spring when it wouldn't stop raining.. nothing better on your feet than soft, green grass
But I'm over summer now.
I'm ready to move on.
Next!
Could you tell by my blog makeover that I am ready for fall? I have gone from watering my annuals daily.... to every other day.... to whenever I think of it.
I had arranged to have some yard waste picked up today. I had cleaned some of my flower beds a week ago and had it bagged and ready. So last night I decided to make good use of the yard waste pickup, cut some more flowers back, and started a third bag.
I decided to get rid of the two plants by the front door while I was at it. One was pretty much dead. The other was doing okay yet, but honestly I was just plain tired of it. I was tired of watering it, I was tired of caring for it.
Just plain tired.
I remember blissfully placing these plants in the containers in the spring. Gently setting them in the dirt, covering their roots with soil, and watering them day in and day out for the last three months as if they were my babies, cheerfully asking Michael, "Did you see how much the flowers are growing???" every now and then.
But last night the love was gone. It was "rip 'em out of the dirt, throw 'em in the trash", repeat.
Done!
What a difference 3 months makes!
The window box still has flowers in it. I hated to empty that too soon as the front of the house looks so empty then. So in an attempt to regain my love for summer, cherish these flowers as long as I could, and get by until September when I can put mums out without feeling guilty, I told Michael I was going to water the flowers in the window box.
I went to the garage
Grabbed the watering can
Headed to the front of the house, rounded the corner of the front yard, and stopped dead in my tracks.
I looked at the window box... then at the watering can.
Then at the window box... and again at the watering can.
I sighed and said, "Sorry guys, but you are now on your own."
I turned around and put the watering can back in the garage, unused, went back in the house and announced to Michael that I was done watering the annuals.
I am truly over summer.
I had arranged to have some yard waste picked up today. I had cleaned some of my flower beds a week ago and had it bagged and ready. So last night I decided to make good use of the yard waste pickup, cut some more flowers back, and started a third bag.
I decided to get rid of the two plants by the front door while I was at it. One was pretty much dead. The other was doing okay yet, but honestly I was just plain tired of it. I was tired of watering it, I was tired of caring for it.
Just plain tired.
I remember blissfully placing these plants in the containers in the spring. Gently setting them in the dirt, covering their roots with soil, and watering them day in and day out for the last three months as if they were my babies, cheerfully asking Michael, "Did you see how much the flowers are growing???" every now and then.
But last night the love was gone. It was "rip 'em out of the dirt, throw 'em in the trash", repeat.
Done!
What a difference 3 months makes!
The window box still has flowers in it. I hated to empty that too soon as the front of the house looks so empty then. So in an attempt to regain my love for summer, cherish these flowers as long as I could, and get by until September when I can put mums out without feeling guilty, I told Michael I was going to water the flowers in the window box.
I went to the garage
Grabbed the watering can
Headed to the front of the house, rounded the corner of the front yard, and stopped dead in my tracks.
I looked at the window box... then at the watering can.
Then at the window box... and again at the watering can.
I sighed and said, "Sorry guys, but you are now on your own."
I turned around and put the watering can back in the garage, unused, went back in the house and announced to Michael that I was done watering the annuals.
I am truly over summer.
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