Can you believe that this post has nothing to do with strawberries?
Or ice cream?
Or any food, for that matter!
Well, it’s true. I’m taking a trip down the unbeaten path for a minute to share another passion of mine: flower gardening. And while I certainly enjoy the many hours I spend in my jazzy kitchen, I also cherish these summer months that are spent knee-deep in weeds.
Uhh, I mean…flowers.
You Know You’re a Flower Garden Nut When…
You’ve been working outside and suddenly notice that it’s 3:30 and you haven’t eaten since 7:30.
The smell of potting soil makes your heart flutter.
You outwardly lament that many of your perennials didn’t come back up, but secretly celebrate that you get to buy new ones.
You go out to purchase said perennials; and as long as you hurry to plant them, your spouse might not notice that you spent so much money on new flowers.
After working in the garden, you come in to use the bathroom, and a bug crawls out of your shorts (and you’re not repulsed by this).
It’s 8 pm and you realize you haven’t brushed your teeth all day. Then again, you haven’t eaten, so they’re not dirty, right?
You take off your dirty clothes at the end of the day and dirt flings out of your bra (unless you worked solely in the backyard, in which case there is no bra).
Your trigger finger is sore from all the Round-Up/Grass B Gone.
You plant something, then immediately ponder whether it would get more sun 6 inches over, so you move it.
You are weeding, and the tornado siren goes off. Your spouse comes out and says, “Don’t you hear that siren?” And you reply, “What siren?”
You step into the shower at the end of the day and there is an immediate puddle of mud on the floor. Again, you are not repulsed by this.
Your mind has all the time in the world to come up with silly posts, such as this!
Mom always said it is nice to share!