~Dinna with the Sib's~

These are four of my six siblings. We got together for dinner at Timbermine last week. From left to right, we are youngest to oldest- DeeDee, Greg (he only LOOKs cranky) me, Grant, Debbie. The two siblings who are missing between Grant and Deb are (only child) Judy, and Gordy (he lives in Norfolk). It was so much fun! I have very funny brothers and sisters!

So yesterday I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and give my little "yard" some much needed TLC. I raked out weeds, pieces of plastic planter, a sacrament program, a receipt, a spent bottle rocket and all manner of decay. It almost looks like I DID something out there. I chopped down things that looked dead, but probably are just in their dorment season. Lot's of stuff that was way overgrown and just annoying me. I pulled weeds. Lots and lots of weeds. I like pulling weeds, it's theraputic. In fact I'll bet that some of the weeds I pulled weren't even weeds...but it felt good anyway! My landlord gave me full rein over my area, so I'm pretty sure he won't object to anything I've done. He even gave me a key to his shed and told me I could borrow anything out there that I wanted. The person who "landscaped" before me must have gone to the nursery and bought some of everything in the ground cover dept., as well as every kind of lava rock, bark, stone, brick edging, and planter. There is no rhyme or reason to what is out there. Kinda funny, but I feel like posting a sign that reads "I didn't landscape this place". Aside from the spider dangling from my hair, the dried lavender down my sweaty butt crack, and not enough room in the garbage can to put all my clippings, I loved my time working out there!

It's been too long since I've blogged and I love blogging. It's such a great outlet for me. A lot has happened this past year. Ok, that may be an understatement. I am just getting interested in being creative again. Wow! it's been over a year since I've had that desire. The last time I had the desire to do home decorating was the day I got the news about my dad. The idea of decorating just didn't seem important anymore. But time heals most wounds, and I've decided that beauty in all forms is important in this life. Today I'm going out to pull weeds and assess what needs to be done in my little patch of earth. I'll let you know how that goes. Later gator!