And we planted. Planted planted planted. T is going to have the girliest front yard when my efforts come to fruition. Over 100 bulbs went into the now reclaimed garden....it shall be glorious.
Aside: We decided to plant daisies in the window boxes. Cheerful. The daisies, combined with a small blue flower that a random woman in Home Creepo loved, would immediately brighten up the front of the house.
That is, if T and I could count. THREE trips to the nursery it took us, THREE, to determine that in 4 boxes, we would need 8 daisies. Sigh.
Anyway, the yard, it's promising.
Today was a big day for taking pictures out the drivers side window of the car. Bear with me. (Also, please ignore the hose. I did.)
Anyway--notice the "Rambo" tulips--Those things have been through the wringer and they, through no effort of anyone, have survived. I had mercy on their fighting spirits and left them there. The rhododendrons, wild daisies and snail commune were not so lucky.
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I delivered lunch to T at work today, as he awoke this morning seven minutes after he was supposed to be on the clock and didn't have the time to pack it himself.
Before I would give him his lunch, I made him hold still so I could snap a photo, you guessed it, out the drivers side door/window of the car.
T works a manly job.
I appreciate this. Really. No, really. Yes. Like that.
If this manly job didn't require him to be covered in a nasty ass stink all the time, I might make him dress like this more often. (No, it doesn't really wash out. I have tried. Good lord, have I tried.)
