I’ve been slacking. I know this. But honestly, I’m trying to keep up with life in general and I’m working on very little sleep. This isn’t an unusual state for me, but it’s the reason I haven’t been keeping up with this blog.
I’ve been reading the news lately, cringing at the insane things our leaders keep coming up with. Honestly, they are so completely out of touch with the regular people in this country that it’s almost a grand joke. Between GW and our governor, I’m fairly convinced that they live in cloud cities where reality is never allowed to intrude.
All I can do at this point is shake my head and take care of my family as well as I am able.
I have spring fever right now and I am dying to plant flowers. Given that I have an extreme “black thumb” this is seriously strange. I can’t help it. Something about our little house is begging me to plant growing things and to make it feel loved.
Our landlord told me to plant anything I want. That and he’s ok’d me to re-paint the front door. So I’ll tackle that next weekend. This one is devoted to ridding our yard of the brush-pile. It’s already killed the grass, but perhaps we can at least get things looking better. That reminds me: we need to get a small lawn mower. I’ll have to start watching sales.
Anyway, I’m ordering clematis and some hardy kiwis to grow, along with a mixed assortment of perennials for the streetside of our hedge. The young people that live down the street from us think it’s a repository for beer bottles. I intend to make it pretty so they rethink that notion.
I did notice yesterday that I’ve got lovely bright yellow snowdrops in our front garden area. They are partly overwhelmed by the ivy, but I intend to cut it back and give them a chance.
I’m so excited about spring that I can hardly stand it. It’s really weird. I’ve never been a gardener before – at least not since I was a little kid. There is something about this house that is bringing it out in me. I like that. It’s a reinforcement about the house actually being our home.
Now if only that distant relative would pass some money our way so we could buy it right away. I do know that the best things in life are worth working for and the wait will be fine. I’m just praying that Max and Vanessa can wait while we get things in shape for being approved.
It’s time to get back to work. Break is over and I have the papers on my desk calling me in their remote, silent way.