My friends have too much faith in my gardening skills. When they think of my yard they see this:
And I tell them sure it looks good, but I have four foot weeds. They don't believe me, because all they see is the toe height weeds in my front rock garden.
They say sure you have that one wild garden that hides your air conditioning unit, but it supposed to look full and a bit out of control. Plus there are no weeds in there. (There are, but they are hidden well.)
I say look closely and they scan their eyes over my yard and move to the backyard and do the same thing. Nothing. Then they comment on the pretty flowers off in the distance poking over the edge of my pool.
They are so lovely and delicate. What are their names? I say go take a closer look. As they walk toward the back of my yard and circle around my pool, they are slapped in the face with this:
Moral of the story: You can hide anything behind a large thing and give people the impression that you are a superstar.
Add-on to the Moral of the Story: Weeds can pass as lovely and delicate for only so long and only at a distance.
Besides watching the weeds grow I did some creating this week. I seem to scrap like I garden...haphazardly. That is my word for the day. I had to fit it in somewhere. Anyway, the layout:
The Journaling: You DID it! You held on as if your life depended on it and were able to remain on the float and win the respect of all that went down before you.
And I tell them sure it looks good, but I have four foot weeds. They don't believe me, because all they see is the toe height weeds in my front rock garden.They say sure you have that one wild garden that hides your air conditioning unit, but it supposed to look full and a bit out of control. Plus there are no weeds in there. (There are, but they are hidden well.)I say look closely and they scan their eyes over my yard and move to the backyard and do the same thing. Nothing. Then they comment on the pretty flowers off in the distance poking over the edge of my pool.They are so lovely and delicate. What are their names? I say go take a closer look. As they walk toward the back of my yard and circle around my pool, they are slapped in the face with this:Moral of the story: You can hide anything behind a large thing and give people the impression that you are a superstar.
Add-on to the Moral of the Story: Weeds can pass as lovely and delicate for only so long and only at a distance.
Besides watching the weeds grow I did some creating this week. I seem to scrap like I garden...haphazardly. That is my word for the day. I had to fit it in somewhere. Anyway, the layout:
The Journaling: You DID it! You held on as if your life depended on it and were able to remain on the float and win the respect of all that went down before you.
YIKES
Thanks for stopping by. May all your weeds be wildflowers and, if they aren't, be like me and pretend they are. Then hire children to pick them for pool privileges. You can see how well that has worked for me? It hasn't. There's another moral here, but enough is enough! :o)
YIKES
Have a great day!
A little girl that still thinks a toad/frog can be a prince. She also automatically knows that holding this prince requires handwashing. No kissing allowed! She can blow on him instead.
Visits at work from a bendable kid. Honestly, this kid is a pretzel. He can fold himself into any position. If I crossed my leg, like he has done above, it would take me a week to unwind and another month to get all the kinks out.
Finally, my dream of living in a doughnut has come to fruition. No fruit filling...just cream. Talk about happy! Life is good. And yes, I deperately need a hair cut, but that is a long story for another time. 
