I put my dirt pants on this morning in the vain hope that I’d be able to make them, well, dirty, before the sun goes down. It’s a wishful thought that will not become realized until maybe Monday because the world is plotting against me. But hope is there. Between the work load and a back issue, I’ve not gotten dirty in over a week. Okay, two weeks, and it’s been extremely frustrating.
Yesterday, though, I went plant shopping with my mom, (I knew better, but everything was 30% off!) and I brought home two little trees that I have been wanting for about ten years and could never find. They are a somewhat uncommon form of dogwood, not flashy or especially suited for landscape, but they give out fruit for the birds, and I like that they look wild-ish.
They are just sitting in my yard, begging to be put in the ground.
This is going to be hard to resist.
I hate life lessons. This one seems to be something along the lines of “you can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you get what you need.” No, wait up. Someone already sang that. -grin-