In so many of my blogs I have written about flowers, how beautiful they are, and how much I love them. I admire other people’s gardens while envying their artistic eye and the talent they possess for creating the most unique designs. It is difficult not to covet their fabulous climbing Mandevilla vine or gargantuan Hibiscus. Yes, Linda I am talking about you. You are a garden witch!
I delight in the gorgeous cluster arrangements, while wishing for an hour of the strength Leslie possesses to bend and kneel and dig in the earth in order to adorn her front yard. She creates a fanciful ocean of color in a labor intense, free form. Boy, I’d like to punch her one.
Not to mention the guy across the street whose yellow and purple pansies go right up the side of his walk way from end to end. Tony, I am sure you had no idea that I peered at you from behind my curtain while you dug in your alternating hued flowers and fed them so lovingly. They preened beneath your gentle hand. I had to hold myself back from running right out and demand you do the same thing to my driveway or suffer the pain of getting your hair pulled.
So I have had to spend a Kings Ransome at the nursery. I’ve carted home flats of flowers, pots of vegetables, humped around yards of dirt. Foregone my mani/pedi (what was the use when I had to roll around on the ground). And bent, kneeled, dragged, broke hand tools, chopped, raked, pulled out last years dead plants, weeded, bought new pots, mixed and matched and created my own paradise.
For four days straight I pulled myself from the comfort of my bed with a single purpose in mind. Get the those cells of flowers in the ground before they whither in their tiny plastic containers. I armed myself with the weapons to defeat my garden. Blugeon it into submission. And I went at it each day with a vengeance until exhausted from the battle.
When I finally felt it was complete, and only then, did I allow my aching body to sit back on my haunches and admire my effort. Around my house there are now dozens of various shaped pots boasting the most unlikely mix of blooms. Sopia’s vision creates odd flower bed fellows. But I and my guests will have the pleasure of their company all summer.
Thank you Linda, Leslie and Tony for your inspiration. See you on Arbor Day. I truly appreciate you all. Incidently, I don’t have a single rose!