In the Weeds

We've lived in our house for more than five years--this will be our sixth summer here--and I finally planted flowers.  Yes, partly I am lazy, but let's see...first summer, pregnant; second summer, new baby; third, fourth and fifth...crickets chirping.


I had no idea how complicated this process was.  First, I had to weed the beds. Then J and I went to Home Depot to pick out the flowers.  She had some definite opinions:  "Pink!  Lots of pink!  Everyone knows I love pink! And yellow! And purple, because that's YOUR favorite, Mama!"  


Indeed. 


We had to go back the next day with my husband because J and I couldn't lift the 50-pound bags of compost.  Then I had to spread the compost and plant the flowers.  All my lovely design plans went to hell in a hand basket because J decided that all the pink flowers should be together, because they're friends, and all the purples should go together because they're friends, and all the yellow should go together because they're her flowers.  And then she poured about 50 sunflower seeds into a six-inch hole.


I think this is going to be one of my better home denigration improvement projects.  At least we still have the view.