Thursday, August 6, 2020

My Flowers are Conspiring Against Me

I am sort of a gardener.  What I mean is a lot of square footage in my yard is devoted to flowers.  In recent years I have been trying to convince my husband we should dig up some of these and either give them away or replant elsewhere and turn some of the gardens back into grass that he mows.  Maybe some of the flowers overheard this because this year they are blooming one at a time.  So what I am experiencing is a lot of green with very little color.

This gardening thing was something I was very excited about when I moved in to my first home.  In addition I loved interior design make-overs and had even pictured myself throwing dinner parties; this was basically my version of the American Dream.  It has soured.  I can count the number of dinner parties we have hosted on one hand (family holidays don’t count in this dream land), the flowers have lost their allure and per several previous posts home improvement is painful. 

My new middle aged American Dream is to move to a townhouse with a homeowners association that will mow the postage stamp of lawn out front and maybe a patio out back with one or two pots that I water full of flowers.  In this dream I am retired and spend several months a year hiking at various places around the country. 

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