Distractions

24 03 2009

I was headed to the nursery last Saturday morning to track down a few of the plants that will be safe to plant in this “winter is officially over, but not really at all” period we call early spring. I’ve been obsessing over our side yard. It’s pretty visible and chock full of nasty weeds. The previous owner was a fan of purchasing the wild flower packets and just tossing them around over there. Fun.

I’ve spent about 10 hours in the side yard weeding and cleaning out the beds in the last week, I have about 1/4 of it left. But I couldn’t help myself. I planted some ground cover in a space too small to grow anything productive and some ranunculus (like my mom’s) in the most visible part. I’ll try to remember to snap some pictures tomorrow when I’m out there.

Anyway, I’m full of distractions, aren’t I?

I got “lost” on the way to the nursery. The mountains were calling my name and I drove all through a beautiful neighborhood trying to find the perfect place to stop for a picture. An hour later, I made it to the nursery. An hour after that, I left. Feeling satisfied, but without purchasing a thing. I love browsing the nursery.

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olympic mountains from blue ridge

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that edge of a yard is inspiring. i want a weeping miniature tree!

 Ok. Back to … what was I doing again?

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2 responses

24 03 2009
Daddyoleo

Is that Bainbridge Island I see? I could live there… or on any other island… Or Lake Powell of course…

Very pretty. I am sure you will have one of those houses soon… Dad

25 03 2009
Martha

I guess those pictures explain why you like Seattle better than Texas!

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