Last week, everything was all roses and lillies.
This week has been good, too. As you can see…
…it’s just peachy.
When we moved into our home a couple of years ago, it needed some work. We ripped out carpet, refinished floors and tiled bathrooms. We painted a few rooms and decorated here and there.
We payed no attention to the outside of the house that first year, except to trim the lawn and bask in the glory of both a front and back yard, after years of apartment living.
The next year, I realized I had 100 square feet of flower beds. I am not kidding. That’s a whole lot of skill, and patience and creativity I just don’t have, folks. Apparently, neither did the previous owners, because they had just planted about a million bulbs all willy-nilly and let them run wild.
After the daffodils, iris and day lilies had moved on for the season, I no longer had 100 sq. ft. of flower beds. I had a jungle.
I hacked, dug, weeded and pulled up football sized clumps of bulbs, until there was nothing left in our sandy soil except the worms. I replanted the bulbs in neat rows towards the back of our beds, and my husband gamely planted grass seed to fill in the now 3-foot gap.
We washed our hands of that dirty garden business and waited to see what would happen this spring… And waited. And waited.
The first determined shoots peered over ground in late winter, but only three daffodils showed their faces. No iris. Only leaves and stems. More jungle.
She’s a little late. But she will get along fine with the roses.
Welcome back. I missed you.
I ran a little race with my friend on Saturday. It felt so good to be outside in the sunshine, moving freely, and just for fun. It reminded me of how much I love running, and why I began to run in the first place.
So this morning, I laced up my shoes and embarked on my first 5-miler of the season.
In other news:
Sorry, Huli. I’m not taking you with me, no matter how cute you are, or how much dog hair you get on my shoes. I want a workout, but not the kind that involves dragging a 50-lb slug behind me on a leash. No can do.
But I promise I’ll let you lay on those shoes and get in the way of my picture taking when I get back. Because you’re the sweetest. Even if you can’t run.
I have a problem. Ok, more than one, but let’s just focus on this one today.
I love water. I never go anywhere without my
leaky trusty CamelBack, even if it’s just a short drive to the grocery store. I never know when I might need a drink–but actually, I do know–about every five minutes.
I drink almost two gallons of water a day. It’s kind of disturbing how impossible it is to quench my thirst. (No, I don’t have diabetes. Yes, I’ve been tested for that, along with a myriad of other things.)
There are some days when I literally can’t stomach the idea of drinking one more sip of water, but I’m still SO thirsty that I have to have something. I had to laugh today when I glanced over and saw this lovely beverage assortment next to my keyboard.
Can you say hydrated?
You can imagine that all this beverage imbibing leaves me with another P(ee)roblem. I like to look on the bright side of that though, too. With all my running to the bathroom, I can consider that my cardio workout for the day