Happy Place

Do you have a happy place?  I have three:  my bed, which makes me deliriously happy every night when I collapse into it, the beach, and this place:

I can’t wait to go every spring.  I plan my flower pots, my garden beds, and my veggie purchases ahead of time, and then I head there and try to keep to my list.  But it’s hard!  My mom came with me this year.  Do you see her in the picture below?

And then comes the fun part.  Jack helped me till the vegetable garden soil and then (after a minor tussle over wearing gardening gloves-he didn’t want to walk to the garage to get them, and I said he wasn’t helping until he did) he helped me plant each and every vegetable into the ground.  I definitely have a future gardener here!

The rest of the planting I did when he was at kindergarten, because there’s a lot to do, and I can get it done quite a bit faster without my little helper.

We have a lot of these stinkers running around:

“Hey lady.  Plant me some petunias. Yo.”                                    

Yes, they love petunias:

                                           Before                                                                                                                                     After

I squirted some rabbit repellant on all my petunias last night.  Let’s hope it works.

Now that the planting is all done (pout) and I’ve edged all the flower beds and now this is waiting for me:

Mulch does not picture in my happy place at all.  I absolutely hate mulching and I am going to try to get it done as quickly as possible.  It makes me itchy and stinky and I hate it.  And that quickly I’ve gone from my happy place to h-e-double hockey sticks.

 

Deep calming breaths, eyes closed, back in my happy place.  

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