I had this dream I was getting up from bed. Everything was white, the light in my house were so bright I could barely open my eyes and I walk out towards my front yard. Soon as I hit the front door everything comes into view. It’s all green and lush, I run to my cherry tomatoes plant on the side yard and its full of tiny even sized tomatoes. I’m so excited cutting them off with my garden scissors. I look down and I’m wearing this bright sun dress with huge yellow flowers and tons of butterflies are swarming my plants. I twirl around in my fantastic dress arms stretched, hands out and open, face smiling up towards the sky. The sun not even burning my eyes because of this dainty lil garden hat.
I wake up in real life to rain. My garage is flooded and my garden bucket with tools is floating in a puddle. My dogs decided this year there going to help me in the garden by digging holes where I don’t need them. But any effort made by them is appreciated. If only they could use tiny shovels. I have two inches of mud in my garage, so garden time is going to have to wait. I thought the weather man was lying as always when he said there would be a storm and to collect sand bags. This is what I get for not believing in you weather man. I take it back you’re not a liar.
I put some motions lights up outside my house. They don’t seem to work, there also to high up to even check regularly without fear of falling off the ladder into a gapping hole the earth has made because I left my hose on once again and let water run for hours. (I said I would remember to turn it off 12 hours later I did)
I was reading a blog about using newspapers in a garden to keep away the weeds. I have been using them so far ok. I thought it was funny how their invasive plants are onion bulbs. I wish that what I had to deal with instead of these plants with self-defense mechanism of a stinging and prickliness. I cut my gutter today with my child’s help. It still won’t go up yet. It’s going to rain for a few days and I don’t want it to collect water.
On a positive note
I love the smell of rain. I love collecting water for my plants and I even love these lil puddles. It reminds me of when I was little and I would take gold fish out the tank and watch them swim in the gutters to the storm drain.
My cat big grey hunting in the yard
Thrift store finds