Shortly after I read this post about mothers who avoid being in pictures unless they look just so (raises hand and waves wildly) my husband was stalking me with the camera as I gardened. The aforementioned post referenced a post than inspired her—you really should follow the link.
My first instinct when I checked the camera was, of course, to push delete. Because, ACK!, baggy clothes that make me look 20 lbs. heavier than I am (which happens to be 20 lbs. heavier than I WANT to be—so 40 lbs. heavier than I’d prefer to look!) and unwashed hair.
But I didn’t push delete.
Instead I’m posting it so that someday my kids can look back and say “Remember how much Mom loved brightly-colored flowers? Every spring she’d do all her pots and put annuals in with the roses. She really loved it when the the house and yard looked pretty.”
I hope the above conversation doesn’t take place for a good 40 years, but when it does there will be proof.
I planted dianthus this year—last year it was pink and white petunias. I know it’s considered too predictable, but I am a huge fan of Disneyland style color and tidiness in my flower beds!