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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