As far back as I can remember, when the summer months approached, my mom was ALWAYS looking at flowers and buying them. Her huge yard has never been anything short of amazing, especially the back. We had a huge garden growing up and flowers upon flowers. I remember dragging my feet because WHO wants to go look at flowers? And then the weeding. What kid likes weeding? I never understood how my mom could spend hours outside weeding. Then yesterday came. I have one nice sized flower bed outside my home. It's the only thing that I have to work with, and yesterday I thought about how sad it looked with the few bushes and overgrown weeds.
So I did what any newbie would do, I consulted someone who knows it all....my mom. I ended up getting orange marigolds, pink geraniums, and magenta and white petunias.
I also got some sidewalk chalk and bubbles in hopes that the boys would stay somewhat entertained outside. I spent the next 3 hours weeding and planting. I probably planted about 50 flowers. The bed doesn't look great right now because more than half the flowers don't have blooms., but I imagine it will be pretty in about a month. I can't believe that I actually enjoyed digging in the dirt....for 3 hours. What's happening to me? ;)