Moving on from 13

That number has been staring back at me for weeks, so I am writing to change it so that the next time I visit Blogger to write something, it doesn't say that I only wrote 13 posts about my garden and my yard.

I complained a lot. I wanted to do better. At some point, I lost interest and Rick decided that he cared more about the tomatoes and the peppers (he waters them every day). I've pulled weeds and continued to pull them until I realized that they mocked me.

I didn't buy any flowers this year. So my front yard looked worse than it had in a long time. Certainly not as weird as it looked last year when I experimented with yard art. I bought these plastic tables and set some plants on them, then I set a large pot with three plants in it next to the tables. It looked crazy, and that it probably why my nosy neighbor called the city on me.

My side yard got cleared of the weeds, but the weeds are still everywhere. They are beyond my control, and I am tempted to just let them take over. Then I look over at my neighbor's yard (the ones who got all of that pretty landscaping done this summer) and I see that their grass is not only greener but also knee high and patchy, and then I don't feel so bad. Neither one of us has any idea how to take care of a lawn.

Summer is over. Fall is right around the corner and my most important accomplishment is that I've painted my living room a pretty shade of Navajo white.

Life is good.