Liar, liar pants on fire
On Friday I wrote how the garden was calling to me; how she was whispering sweet nothings in my ear and inviting me out to 'her place.'
Well, by Saturday morning at 6 a.m. I was outside -- cup of coffee in hand -- taking a slow tour of my borders. And you know what I discovered? My garden is a hussy! She lied. There wasn't a single 'glory' to be seen. Just lots and lots of mugged out lamium and stachys and phlox and coneflowers. Oh, sure, a few leggy 'Rozanne' geraniums were still prancing about, but really. Talk about being disillusioned. I went back in the house and spent the rest of the day sulking (albeit while I scrubbed tile.)
3 Comments:
Mary Elllen,
Your poor garden was just beckoning to you to come out with your coffee and get away from the stresses of work and cleaning and preparing for that party. Don't be so hard on it....she just wanted your company for a few moments of quality time.....
You're absolutely right, Kathie.
I guess it's like when I'm stressed out and start nitpicking on my husband. But all is forgiven and forgotten now.
I actually went out this morning and picked a few pink roses and some of the first blooms of the sweet autumn clematis. All is right with the world...
The weather has been tough on the gardens this year..... i took my coffee Saturday morning and went to the computer to read the blogs instead of weeding the garden! LOL
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