I want to work in my garden!

I have wanted to have a garden for years. I tried to grow a variety of different plants on the balcony of our apartment, but met with failure after failure. Now that I have a little yard to call my own, I’ve been daydreaming about the little garden I want to plant for months. And I’ve been ready to start for the last couple of weeks, but life and the weather keep getting in the way. Saturday, when I had time, it poured all day. Today, when I wasn’t even home, the weather was absolutely perfect. So instead of getting to grub around in the dirt constructing the garden I’ve been imagining in my back yard, I spent the day all dressed up, standing around in heels making inconsequential small talk with a bunch of strangers. Not my idea of a good time, although it was for a good cause. My mom and I were at a Jazz and Chocolate fundraiser for an organization that helps homeless families get homes. So in addition to standing around in heels talking to strangers in a crowded noisy place, I was also in a building full of luscious smelling, delicious looking decadent chocolates that I couldn’t eat. For hours. But it meant a lot to my mom that I went with her, so I’m glad I did it. Even if it means my garden has to wait until next weekend.

Until then, I did manage to get a few very pretty hanging baskets with flowering plants, and John hung them up on the fence today, intuitively putting them up just the way I wanted them. And Seamus has done his part: