Yesterday, I decided to plant some annuals in the front garden. This was a big step for me, as I have never attempted gardening before. I always thought that I wasn't born with a green thumb and, despite all my years of Latin, the multitude of names involved with gardening intimidated me.
I picked up way too many Dianthus for the beds and not enough topsoil, so I had to go back to Lowe's and pick up another two bags. The planters are the new homes for matching African Daisies (Margarita africana; note to botanists: if all plants were named after alcoholic beverages, I'd remember their names better.)
Gardening costs way more than I thought it would and the four hours I spent on my hands and knees (but not in a good way) certainly had me feeling it this morning, but I feel like I finally accomplished something over this break. Good thing I went to the chiropractor yesterday after I got my hands dirty. And don't worry, I have more than enough gardening projects planned for the rest of the warm weather.
Editor's note: I had written this blog post on Saturday afternoon and was interrupted by screams of agony coming from the bedroom (but not in a good way). I had to stop what I was doing and take Monte into the emergency room for the third time in two months. I have been struggling with blog posts for quite some time now and, in an effort to simplify my life and to alleviate stress, I have decided to take a break from blogging, especially since Ravelry has come along.
I would like to thank all of you who have contributed to my blogging experience over the past three years and I look forward to keeping in touch with many of you.

