Back in the fall when stores were getting rid of their summer things, Lloyd and I saw these flowerpots that looked like teacups and
Lloyd I really, really liked them. Lloyd I spent a fair amount of time comparing the different styles and Lloyd I just couldn’t decide if we should have smaller flowerpots with random designs or larger flowerpots that all matched, but finally Lloyd I made up his my mind and we made our purchase. I’m glad that I Lloyd was so patient with him me during this long process, and that I he is so accepting of his my decided tendency towards girly things.
Lloyd bought some impatiens to plant in them, and I finally got around to putting them in the teacups. Let us all take a moment to remember that I am not a gardener. Here is some proof:
There was a mouse nest in the giant bag of potting soil that’s been in the shed for a long time. Real gardeners don’t let this happen to their potting soil.
Real gardeners get some sort of tool to move the soil from the bag to the pot. They don’t just shake the bag of old compacted soil like a box of cereal and hope for the best, making a big ol’ mess.
Real gardeners tidy up the area the flowerpots will sit on, not set them out haphazardly and run inside to drink some ginger ale. (My stomach is feeling better.)
But it’s done. One gardening thing I do – check!