I'm just plain old tuckered out today. Not sure what that's all about, but that's the way it is. And you know, some days are just like that. I know I expect too much out of myself, and beat myself up when I don't follow through. Hard to set limits when I see so many things that have to be done, and some issues are for me alone to accomplish.Darn.
Looking forward to the weekend, though. The tradition here for Mother's Day is for the family to buy me flowers for the front porch and flower beds. And I spend Sunday afternoon with my head in the dirt. But with all of the perennials I've got going now (roses, phlox, Mexican primrose, evening primrose and coreopsis to bloom soon, plus all of the other things that are busting out) there's not much room for bedding plants in the garden. I have one area under some bushes where I could stuff a flat of flowers, and I HAVE to have some petunias for a couple of hanging baskets. With my fetish for pink, I asked if someone would please get me some white and pink petunias. With the pink front doors, figure that'd look pretty. You can never have enough pink anyhow, can you?
(stove in the morning, with yes, my pink kettle)
(stove in the morning, with yes, my pink kettle)
