The Girl had an invitation to go fishing this afternoon. On a river several towns over. Did I mention that the water is still so cold that if you go in, you'll likely die? So anyhoo, we had plans already and I was able to say no without feeling like The Most Cruel Mother Ever Who Is Denying Her Child Her Lawful Birthright Of Doing Northern Things. And then there was a tremendous rainstorm this afternoon, although I'm much too classy to go "SEE? SEEEEE? I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT!".
Nah, I'm lying. I did that for about half an hour.
Every year at exactly this time, I manage to suppress any knowledge that I am horrible at gardening and that my yard consists entirely of sand and anthills and I am tempted once again by the siren's call of the garden center. "Buy us!" cry the merrily coloured flowers. "We are tired of life and wish to die a terrible shrivelled death!". So we went to the garden center today and I wandered around the bright aisles, wishing forlornly that it would hurry up and stop freezing at night, already. I have flowers that need a-killin'.
We also flew a kite this evening. The kite looked like a pirate ship and I was dubious that it would fly but it did, taking wing in the deep blue sky and then hundreds of seagulls came flying around, their feathers flashing silver and white in the sky. And then I found a puffball, which sounds horribly anticlimactic but no it was not. It was pleasing. I stomped on it and a deeply satisfying cloud of spores flew into the air. If the puffball crop is unusually luxurious this year, you may thank me.
And now to play Plants Vs. Zombies YET AGAIN.
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22 comments:
I've been killing my share of flowers and zucchini and yellow squash and even a few over watered tomatoes. I figure if a little is good, a lot must be better. No.
Flowers with a death wish.
That would make a great band name, wouldn't it?
I love how you said this wasn't much of a post, yet this exactly what I come up with to post time and time again. I like to think that when my children are older I will be able to string coherent sentences together again, but I'm honestly not convinced. Either way, my mother-in-law does all of my gardening. I am kind of ashamed of this fact and when visitors compliment the pretty plants in my yard I generally just say, "thank you," because what else can I say?
I love that you keep trying even though you kill the flowers. That's the fighting spirit!
"We are tired of life and wish to die a terrible shrivelled death!"I have heard this call myself.
It sounds LOVELY. I can't wait till I have a garden to kill.
Funny post. I planted my first (VERY SMALL) garden this year. But don't plan on much success. Oh well, at least I achieved something by actually doing it, right? :)
Kite flying! What a wonderful idea. How did I forget about those wonderful contraptions?
The weather is awful! Just awful. What happened to our warm days?
I like Kelly's band name.
Between your post and Kelly's comment, my husband is getting a little concerned at the crazy lady laughing hysterically at the computer.
Happy flower murdering!
Yech. The puffball spores. NASTY. We had those in our backyard for 2 years and I spent many an hour digging them up. We still have the ditches to prove it.
Leave the poor flowers alone. What'd they ever do to you???
We have a kite shaped like a Star Wars Fighter... Very cool.
I do the exact same thing with flowers. Every Spring I am compelled to buy quite a few varieties and then place them all over my yard. Every year, after the first couple of weeks or so, I give up watering them as frequently as I need to and they wither and die.
Help! How can I get out of this cycle?? (rhetorical question only.)
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Is a puffball the same thing as a dandelion?
I love bright happy isles of flowers. I could spend all day at the nursery.
Try portulacas(aka moss rose or confetti flower), they are very happy, hardy, and colorful.
We LOVE blowing puffballs (or dandelions--are they the same?). I'm sorry your weather has been rotten--my garden project is looking scraggly, too...
Aw bummer. We could never get married- all plants die under my watch (or un-watch) too.
Steph
Although I single-handedly kill all non-human and non-canine beings under my purview, my husband has decided we can garden. And it lives. All of it. But only because he hasn't had to go out of town recently. Once he does, I know the fate that shall befall.
"wishing forlornly that it would hurry up and stop freezing at night, already. I have flowers that need a-killin'."
You crack me right up. We have horrible soil here, like clay, we call it gumbo. It all sticks together. What kills my poor plants is that I can't make up my darn mind. I plant them all then go to get just one more at the garden center to fill that one spot and come home with another ten and then I proceed to dig up what all I had planted and rearrange them. I do this every year. 'Cause I'm just weird that way. Sheesh.
You are supposed to pick the puffball, slice it and fry it in butter!
Or at least that is what my husband claims. I have never tated one.
I kill flowers too :( We walk through gardening stores and I look forlornly at the flowers, wishing I had a garden to keep them in, but I've no luck in that area. At all.
Would you believe my kids went into a small river that runs into the big river 'round here LAST WEEK! Remember that one warm day? Nuts. They are nuts! And apparently me, too.
cold - bah! kids are relatively smart... if it's too cold and it hurts, they'll eventually get out ;-)
teehee...I have the same issue, only with vegetables. Every spring I plant them, and I just *LOVE* my freshly planted garden so very much...then it gets hot. And I remember...I hate hot. And so everything dies a slow death in the southern summer sun. Poor tomatoes.
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