I was just gonna go with a container of pansies, but your way's good too

Here's to finishing one thing at a time.

So seriously harder than it sounds.

And.... I'm talking about my garden. Which hasn't really reached the point of being able to be called anything beyond 'green shoots stuck in the ground at random', but it is coming along.

If only this could've happened without me digging up half of my front yard. But, some things can't be helped when you're a sad combination of visual learner/impulsive.

And hence my next thing of awesome.

One of my clearest memories of my mom is her planting things. And then digging up those things and planting them somewhere else. Her moving sprinklers with a thoroughness and attention to detail that I never really got.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I get it. And for the record, sorry to my mom for not getting it before.

I don't know if it's the same thing she felt, when she went plant shopping or plant planning or when she actually got the darn things in the ground, but there is something so very..... refreshing is such a small way of putting it, but I can't think of a better word right now. I got my elder box bush in the front corner, framed in the back by strawberries. And then my lettuce rows. Which are gonna be bordered by the nastiriums, which will further be bordered by the lavender bushes, which will border the halfway dug-out walkway.

Why I decided to do this all in the front yard.... the short answer is a book told me to. The long answer is I got excited. Very excited.

I'm really not the sort of person who should ever need caffeine.

Right now, we're at the point where the excitement has ridden out and what we're left with is sore shoulders, first name greeting with the mailman and way too many people seeing my work 'in process.'

I can't wait to get my thyme in though. With some chick and hens in between.

Yum, right?