What a difficult week. My mother is having some surgery tomorrow to remove three abscesses which has me concerned. I've been not-too-spiffy as well. Nothing like stepping out of my VSP vehicle and hurling over the side of the 164 bridge. I've been dragging my okole for sure, as they say in Hawaii.
McDonald Garden Center is a happy place for me. Their staff is very knowledgeable and they stand by their products. McDonald's is a small, family business which I like to support. I know I'll always perk up if I stop by. Therapy AND gardening supplies!
McDonald Garden Center
I picked out some things and headed home. Looking around my front yard, I felt overwhelmed by the work I needed to get done. Instead of focusing on the entire yard (suffering from winter neglect), I decided to focus on one area only. My potting bench.
This "bench" was assembled from a variety of discarded objects left out for the trash or given to me by folks who say "I know you can do something with this." That top red part was a child's homemade doll house left on the curb after a move. It made me sad, sitting there all forlorn. I had to use it somehow.
Within an hour and a half I had potted and fed the plants I bought, cleaned up, and cut out the "woody" parts of the sage, marjoram, and lemon balm which have started to bloom once again. That first smell of lemon balm in the new year, so intensely lemony, smells like Spring. And makes me think of lemon curd. Thinking of lemon curd is always a good thing.
I was headed down the sorry ass road of pity. As my mother always says, the good thing about self pity is that you know it is sincere. I'd rather look back on a chill and cloudy day and say, "I made sunshine in the front yard."