First of all,
if we've been friends for any length of time, then you know I have this odd obsession with summer. I love it. I see summer as the best of life, and winter is punishment for what you did during summer.
'S how I see it.
And every year, I do this nerdy thing, where I pick a summer theme song. Yep, I do that. I love how listening to a song over and over will forever associate it with the occasion. Meld it to your brain.
two summers ago, it was this song. I have to put it on here 'cause it's so freaking awesome.
Last summer? This one. Relatively unknown last year, but possibly a little overdone this summer.
And this year, (dun dun dun)
I love this song. Just listen to the chorus, at least. It's calm, it's chill--it makes me want to sit on my bench swing that can barely hold up my weight, sip a cold drink, and watch my kids play and beat the crap out of each other out in the yard, and then do nothing about it. Because I'm feeling calm. Chill.
Man I love summer.
to the matter at hand--
I have a lot of questions for you, by the way. Questions that need answers.
Gardening. People. As a kid, it seemed like pure torture. Weeding was as fun as a dentist trip.
When I get to heaven, I'm going to apologize to my grandparents when they took me on a grand tour of their pride and joy garden, and I didn't appreciate their hard work. So ashamed.
As an adult? This shiz is addicting, man.
I can't get enough of digging in the dirt and planting. I love being outside, I love seeing stuff grow--I love this crap.
(plants for my porch)
can one have too many potted plants? Is that possible? Because I'm just putting them anywhere.
(another random pot 'cause why not)
Can it be like a whole crazy cat lady thing? Like, could I become the crazy pot lady?
(this isn't my place, but I'd definitely take it.)
That didn't come out right.
(Urns for the front of the garage. I bought the geraniums on clearance nearly dead and think theyr'e starting to perk up nicely)
So, basically, if it'll hold soil, I believe that it should be planted in. This is true, right?
I took these dollar pots, and the daughter and I got all fun 'n crazy with 'em,
and then we planted 10 cent packets of zinnia and teddy bear sunflower seeds in them,
and miraculously, 10 cent packets do indeed grow! Hurray. And obvs, I stuck them outside by my garden because I'm still under the impression that I can have as many flowers and pots and crap out here as I want until someone tells me differently.
Oh, Oh! Other sidenote!
I also planted trumpet honeysuckle to climb my arbor in the garden and am ridiculously excited about that, AND. . .
everyone's all, "I like your flowers!" and I'm like, "Those are hydrangeas, and they're gonna be like 5 feet tall and they're going to be amazing I swear just wait!"
Please don't die, hydrangeas.
Kay. Second question:
every dang time I ask someone what I could plant next year in my planters that would be perennials next time (since it cost me so dang much to plant these annuals this time),
I get the same response:
"Oh, anything would be fine in there."
Um, no. Not all perennials would just look amazing in here. Help a girl out. Something not too tall? Not too wide? And please don't mention how I need to edge my grass?
Kay. On with the next question.
I know, I'm beating a dead horse here--
But with thee change of scenery back here with the deck 'n all, just like I said over and over, it's snowballed. We wanna make it better back here.
And I cannot stop dreaming of a firepit area.
Something like this. Something hardscaped. Something nifty. I'm serious about this. Seriously serious.
Serious enough to call and get estimates and start digging up the lawn, and I'm this close to having the work started like now-- yesternow--
but help me.
Slate, stamp, slate, stamp,
slatestampslatestampslatestamp. . . ??
If the price is basically the same, what do I do? Does it even matter? Am I always this indecisive? I have no idea? Help, I think?