I've had one thing to do each day this week, plus water the flowers every morning. This afternoon I must take out the trash.
I'm always mentally rearranging the flowers. I love this purple flower. (Lupine?) I'm thinking I'll spread it out along the entire front of the skirting. Make the bees exponentially happy.
There are weeds my weeder will not part with; they may be milkweed varieties (in her dreams).
Next year I'll plant a row of hollyhocks in front of the purple lupine.
The sedum is on the verge of blooming. I have another sedum in the full sun, not doing so well. I'll make a decision come fall.
And the butterfly bush just stays happy and pink and blousey. I need to plant several, to thicken up the group.
So you don't conclude my life is just trash disposal, I generally have one appointment a day to keep. I told Dana and Rhonda it's time to resume balance work. When one of them put me on the rocker board six weeks ago, I think I clawed Rhonda's shirt getting off. Tuesday I kicked the rocker board to the curb and walked the squishy "lily pads" without my cane (which Rhonda would not return!). Since then I generally forget to leave home with it. I think we'll just keep up balancing.