Outside my window: Sunny and warm
Listening to: Blake Shelton Based on a True Story
This weekend was the unofficial start of garage sale season in our town. As I drove to an appointment on Friday, hand printed signs were posted at every intersection. I noticed one pointing to the house next door to the first home that Dan and I bought. The couple that lives there had always been so kind, so I stopped just to say hello. Come to find out, they are now living in an assisted living center, and the sale was being run by their daughter. We talked for a few minutes and then I hurried off to my appointment.
Yesterday, I was torn between going to garage sales and working in the yard to prepare the gardens for planting. The gardens won out. While Dan set down some stone pavers in the backyard, I put fresh dirt in the raised beds, trimmed some of the old growth from the perennials, and felt brave enough to plant Slavias, a little rosebush that my cousin sent us for Easter, and even some basil plants. The temperatures will be nice throughout the week, but I'm still waiting to buy bedding plants and to put in the larger rosebushes. For now, I'm thrilled to see the perennial garden, now in it's third year, coming along nicely. Sweet woodruff, columbine, and hostas seem to grow leaps and bounds by the day. I picked up an Easter lily from the church last weekend -- after Easter, the vestibule is filled with plants for the taking -- and I added it to Lilly's Garden, which also includes day lilies and lily of the valley.
Dan and I worked together to wash windows yesterday afternoon. What a job! Afterward, he said it was a lot of work and one of those jobs that doesn't look like you accomplished a lot. But it makes such a difference to me, especially looking out the window over the kitchen sink. By the end of the day we were both exhausted, so I made quesadillas and we settled in to watch the Rockies on TV, and it was a win for the team. Not a bad way to end the day.