One day the Bald Kid was particularly bored and started digging up the front flower bed. No particular reason…he just wanted to.
Which turned out to be a pretty handy-dandy thing because Jillian and Josh brought me a zillion impatiens and one giant hydrangea for Mother’s Day.
What, I ask you, would I have done if all that dirt was still hard and weedy and dreadful? Heaven only knows.
But since it was all soft and mushy, we added some soaked peat moss and a busload of compost and stuck those pretty little things right in the ground. Again, I say “we” like I have a mouse in my pocket or something. It was the guy who did it all again. But I took all the flowers out of the packs and lined them all up and handed them to him in just the right order. That’s an important job too.
Tons and tons of work going on just outside my window in the back.
Oh, mostly by the Bald Kid, of course.
He did most of the digging and mixing…
and I did most of the pointing and clapping.
But I did manage to plant most of the flowers on the left side–namely, the phlox, veronica, peonies, columbine, celosia and bleeding heart.
All while the big guy was busy planting a zillion strawberry starts. Yes, yes, I know they are very close–too close perhaps. But if we have to thin them later, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides…Nessie’s a big fan.
Miss Chicken Fingers loves her new resting place too.
The best part of all—look at my new brick planter! Isn’t it gorgeous? Why that clever boy of mine, put that cool thing together in a couple of hours. And me? Well, I couldn’t even lift the bricks. He’s amazing I tell you and I’m sooooo glad to have him back.
This year, with all the lovely excitement going on–Dane’s wedding in February, our new sweet baby–Magoo in March, birthdays in April, our Mother’s Day trip and a Bridal Shower in May and now our little Jillian’s wedding coming soon–there has been no time to plan or prepare or buy or plant very much in the way of new flowers this year.
I’ve been worried that I would miss the colors that usually greet us at the front door, or outside my window or in the side planter–you know, if I didn’t DO something soon.
But oddly enough, while strolling through the yard, I realized that some lovely things just happen…on their own…
almost by magic.
Some loveliness was put there on purpose…
but most of it just sprung up–as a surprise…
in the midst of our oh-so-important-busyness.
A sweet reminder from Mother Nature, perhaps…
that we don’t always need to be in charge of everything.
And that while it’s wonderful to be able to plan and prepare and buy and plant so that everything is just the way we want it, when it comes to natural breathtaking beauty—