That would be some serious exercise for that poor door-to-door salesman..
It was all going in the trash anyway..The pot that I’d been eyeing up for the last few years as it was filled to overflowing with all kinds sunny, happy flowers.
The pot that I always admired over the fence as we were chatting about good hiking trails or how to finally keep those darn ground hogs away.. Only at this point it had been left outside for a few winter seasons and was badly cracking and falling apart..So now it’s here.Full of holes, but still managing to hold so much magic.
Maybe some of it will rub off on my fern.…is something that we’re up to our elbows in around here.Finished projects?
Potential fulfilled?
Uh… erm… um… not so much..So, things get dirty.. Oh..
So you’re not supposed to try to control the dirt and make everything all sparkly and new looking?It’s worth a shot, this dirt-embracing mentality.
Actually, I could get used to this.And when we got home to that house I’ve been working so hard to make comfortable and liveable?