Yesterday, I embarked on the project of digging a new flower bed in the front yard. Well, technically, it’s the side yard…the north side of the house, on which there is no door, but it LOOKS like a front yard to me.
I digress. Already.
So, about a month ago, I purchased some flowers at Walmart to put into this flower bed that had not yet been created. Forget-me-nots and two hostas. They sat on the porch, growing and growing and growing, the last few weeks. And Clint, my loving, lovely, wonderful husband, reminded me daily (almost) that I should probably get them planted before they got too big and just up and died for lack of space.
He was so right, of course, and that’s annoying. I hate when he’s right, and he’s right a LOT. The bum.
Anyway, I was putting off the planting of my plants because I had the idea for the flower bed in my head, and it was going to be a lot of work; I wanted a half-circle, up against the front (side, whatever) fence, spanning four fence posts, and encompassing a rotting stump. I was going to place an old metal wash tub on top of the stump to plant MORE flowers in, if I ever got my original project finished.
There was a lot of grass to dig up before any of this could be accomplished. Nice grass. Crab grass. Weeds. Stuff that didn’t want to come out of the ground. I also wanted to install that black plastic garden-edging stuff.
See? Kind of a big project for someone with not a lot of time…ok, well, I DO have a lot of time, which is why I am able to think so often on my projects…
I digress again.
I installed the edging yesterday morning. I dug up the grass around the flower bed area, from one post to the stump, from the stump to the next post. I put the edging in and filled in with dirt. I dug and turned more dirt and pulled grass and dug and turned dirt and grass and set rocks for a path and planted half the flowers and dug and turned MORE STINKING DIRT…
Clint came home from an all-day trip into town, and stood on the porch to watch me digging and turning more and more dirt.
And he said:
“You DO know we have a tiller, right?”
…
There are moments in a marriage where one spouse wishes that there were no witnesses within a hundred miles so that they could maim KILL the other spouse.
Clint knew about my plans for digging the stupid flower bed for nearly a month…a MONTH! And he waits until I’m nearly finished, until I’m sweating buckets and my back is on the verge of going out and my hands and face are dirty and I’m tired and getting dizzy from so much work….
Look at me, the little Drama Queen.
Seriously though, moments like that are what make a marriage…er…special, unique…
Anyway, here’s how the project turned out, and then some…
Hmm, a tiller would’ve gotten this done a LOT faster…
The last one was so much fun to dig, I thought I’d do another one. Think I’ll try and fix that corner post and plant a bunch of bulbs once I get the grass out.
The very first flower bed I dug up…as you can see I didn’t bother pulling much grass out.
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