Where have all the flowers gone? Gone to Acton, every one. Well, not every one, but these ones!
Spent 5 hours in the yard on Sunday, planting, moving plants to see if they’ll do better in other spots, fertilizing, trimming. The first four hours flew. Then the clean 45-minutes, not so much. But the final 15… I turned on each station of the newly repaired irrigation system, which has a lot more umph, and adjusted the heads, which means I got very wet.
I can’t help it. I still feel like any day that ends with me undressing directly into the washing machine has been a good one.