So, let's rest assured that I've not lost my incredible delusion.
When we were moving, I was making absurd declarations left and fucking right.
"I'm going to shut the gate and hide forever."
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| Or, "Imma get drunk with the neighbors and eat their beautiful cake off the plate with my hands because I'm terribly behaved." |
"I'm going to make your lunches, Bubba, because your day is going to be very long thanks to this new shiite commute."
Translation: "I'll do it, like twice, and then melt down the special lunch container in the dishwasher and then sort of put it on the back burner for a while. BUT I'LL GET BACK TO IT. Swear."
"I'm going to wait until I've done the whole landscape design before I put in a single plant."
Crazier words have never been spoken.
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| But I'll just quick pull these dead ferns out and that's it. I'll stop after that. |
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| BecauseImeanhonestly |
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| The fucking place looks haunted. |
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| So much mental vomiting |
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| Fuck it. I couldn't take it. SO I PLANTED 6 SALVIAS SO WHAT?! |
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| For the sake of Money Chicken |
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Then some leftover bark mulch happened that was a mistake.
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| Then some pumpkins came home with me from work because they're EVERYWHERE at work and it's impossible to keep them from just falling in the truck. |
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| Marauding bastards |
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| COME AT ME BRO |
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| Just...for days |
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| Aren't the white ones the coolest? I think they are. Even though Halloween has passed and now all anyone can talk about is fucking Christmas. |
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| Isn't this echeveria awesome looking? |
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| Let's never speak of the holidays again. Or the fact that this door is positively shrieking for a succulent wreath. |
Also, I may have some Mimulus en route in 4" pots.
And I may be kicking off of work early on a coming Friday to get some native iris rhizomes to restart my wild meadow.
BUT THAT'S IT.
I'm totally going to get a whole landscape design together before I plant anything else.
