Guys, its official. Dan and I are two old farts who love to garden. It happened last Monday and we went a little Martha Stewart crazy.
Just something about this boy covered in dirt and gardening with me made me fall so much more deeply in love with him. So many wonderful traits about this boy that makes him my best friend.
Before this was a beautiful place for flowers to live, it was a graveyard to many hipsters cigarettes buds, muni passes, fallen leaves and rusty nails. Now after cleaning it up and adding new soil its the perfect place to grow my favorite flowers. Ranunculus.
Now since Dan and I have put some money into this and a bit of back aches later on. If I hear some hooligans breaking glass or actin a fool. I might just have to round house someone. Because theses are my babies and I don't need some wannabe Justin Bieber making a mess of my garden!
Maybe its the fact that I've grown up with my grandmothers (and Dad) gardening my whole life. Or maybe its my small town country roots in me that wants to get my hands and clothes dirty. Maybe its the simple fact of how appreciative my landlord was when she walked out one morning to see the front of our house redone. Or maybes its the little boy and his mom who pass by our house every day just to hi to the stone deer in the garden. Whatever it is, its making me real happy and I'm just going to run with it. Till next Monday.