|Yes, that is indeed mostly crab grass. Thank you for noticing. Lawn = work in process.|
|A week ago. There have already been more additions made!|
|Orange lilies yet to bloom, along with purple salvia. By far, my favorite bed so far.|
|Apricot colored roses, with a fade of soft pastels.|
|Hubs and Dad, enjoying a cold one. After all, it was well deserved!|
I could also tell you about Friday afternoon, how I drank a red bull and cranked up the music, all in an attempt to find my hidden motivation for cleaning in preparation of Saturday. I could also tell you, regrettably, how I was wide awake at 1am as a result. And then 2 am. And then 3. All the way to the point where, after wiping clean my DVR of all saved shows, in a moment of angst I decided to pour myself a very stiff cranberry and vodka. And I could also tell you about the way it lulled me to sleep, finally, hours past my bedtime. I could tell you that Saturday night I was in tears of frustration, because finally my day had arrived, my made-up family holiday was here, and I was so damn exhausted. That a part of me wanted to curl up in bed. I could have told you about my perfect day. And it was perfect in so many ways. But I will also be honest and admit that I failed miserably in others. So take note, although caffeine helps to speed up a spiffy house, IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Family flowering day almost crashed and burned. But with the help of those I love, we prevailed.
My beloved event was held last weekend, and yes, I'm pitiful and am only getting around to sharing the tale now. My backyard is still a work in progress. The type of work I don't mind doing. Dots of inspiration here and there.
This weekend, I was a spectator at a little event called the Tough Mudder. Pictures coming soon...