Blooms

In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.

My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.

The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.

~Abram L. Urban

I love to garden- I don't know why.  All the dirt and compost and seeds that my parents and grandparents toiled over must have made it into my genes.  I actually complain to Bryan frequently that it's too small and it's not enough work- yep, the words "not enough work" actually escaped my lips.  Gardening just doesn't feel like work.

Here's our beautiful little crochus blooms waiting to delight us as we go about our busy day: 

It's amazing how a tiny thing like a flower can lift my spirits so high.

Landscaping Warriors

On the first weekend of our summer break we busted out a pretty cool new backyard. We decided to wait until the fall for grass- bummer (but apparently smarter).

Here's before: (We installed the stone wall thingy)

Yes! I count my blessings everyday 'cuz I married a construction worker!

AND... after:





So far I have loved pretending to have a green thumb.
One day I hope I won't have to pretend anymore- which means I will know what I'm doing! Thanks for all the hard work Bry!