Annuals
I have finished my homework for the week.
I finished the nursing class' proofs.
I finished the only wedding I had due earlier this week.
Right now I am 'caught up'.
I went and got my hair touched up and tanned a little.
I did some work outside. Raked some old leaves and got rid of them. Tidied up around the fence in the front yard. Tommy helped me plant some lilies, in place of the old Morning Glory vine that I pulled up, that I raised from a seed, that is now dead and had no sign of re-blossoming. I pulled up the old zinnias I raised from a seed, and replaced them with poppies. I pulled up weeds and old stalks from the brown eyed susan daisies I have, trying to figure out if the foliage underneath was its regrowth. I weeded around the hydrangea which appears as if it is starting to re grow.
Pulling up those two plants that I raised from a seed last spring, from the beginning of March, I nurtured them inside the house in egg cartons. They went through a lot. The spring storms turned them over on the porch and I replanted them and they survived. They grew into fully mature plants and bloomed before my eyes. They grew taller and taller and more beautiful all summer long, and then at the end of the summer they started to wilt and go away. I didn't think about it at the time. But now, sitting here, it reminds me of Emma (as does everything).
~ they started as a seed in the spring, just a little blip, and I nurtured them until it was warm (just like her)
~ they blossomed and grey triple their size over the summer and by the end of the summer were gorgeous and flourishing (just like her)
~ they started to wilt and go away with the weather change in September, and finally completely left me in the fall (just like her)
~ now they are gone and there is something else growing where they once lived (just like her)
~ these things are not a replacement, but just something in this place while they are gone that I hope to nurture and love until their time.
THIS is why I don't buy and/or plant annuals.
They make me think too much.
xoxo
I finished the nursing class' proofs.
I finished the only wedding I had due earlier this week.
Right now I am 'caught up'.
I went and got my hair touched up and tanned a little.
I did some work outside. Raked some old leaves and got rid of them. Tidied up around the fence in the front yard. Tommy helped me plant some lilies, in place of the old Morning Glory vine that I pulled up, that I raised from a seed, that is now dead and had no sign of re-blossoming. I pulled up the old zinnias I raised from a seed, and replaced them with poppies. I pulled up weeds and old stalks from the brown eyed susan daisies I have, trying to figure out if the foliage underneath was its regrowth. I weeded around the hydrangea which appears as if it is starting to re grow.
Pulling up those two plants that I raised from a seed last spring, from the beginning of March, I nurtured them inside the house in egg cartons. They went through a lot. The spring storms turned them over on the porch and I replanted them and they survived. They grew into fully mature plants and bloomed before my eyes. They grew taller and taller and more beautiful all summer long, and then at the end of the summer they started to wilt and go away. I didn't think about it at the time. But now, sitting here, it reminds me of Emma (as does everything).
~ they started as a seed in the spring, just a little blip, and I nurtured them until it was warm (just like her)
~ they blossomed and grey triple their size over the summer and by the end of the summer were gorgeous and flourishing (just like her)
~ they started to wilt and go away with the weather change in September, and finally completely left me in the fall (just like her)
~ now they are gone and there is something else growing where they once lived (just like her)
~ these things are not a replacement, but just something in this place while they are gone that I hope to nurture and love until their time.
THIS is why I don't buy and/or plant annuals.
They make me think too much.
xoxo
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