Speaking of Yards, Mine's a Mess

[lydamorehouse]

 
Image: Virginia bluebells 2024 garden

I took some pictures of my garden today, but they are all EXTREME close-ups because if I zoom out at all, you see leaf litter, bare patches, and the kinds of crap that master gardeners seem to be able to turn into compost, but which, in my yard, just rots and becomes slimy. 

On the other hand, I managed to frame this picture just at the right angle so that the garden visible behind the bleeding hearts doesn't manage to reveal the rest of the garden crap.


Image: pink bleeding hearts, well-framed.

Today has been a bit of a crazy day. Shawn woke up feeling terrible from a lack of sleep. but I managed to get her to work on time. We have a house guest for a few days, our dear friend John Jackson. I had INTENDED to pick up Diet Pepsi for him at Kowalski's on the way home, but I did all the rest of the shopping and completely forgot the soda. I got home, did a bit of writing on the new book, but then when I was out in the garden my dad called. He and I did a feature for his vodcast Talking Smart and he needed a better biography and I noticed that the list of my books that he'd gotten off Wikipedia was... weirdly wrong.  Like, the citation was to my Tate Hallaway blog, but somehow there were a bunch of things out of order. This sent me into a tizzy, because, of course, authors aren't supposed to edit their own Wikipedia pages. So, I enlisted John's help, but that was a hitch in the day that I wasn't expecting. 

I went back outside with the intention of trying to rescue our front garden... and I got pretty discouraged pretty quickly. I was outside muttering under my breath, "Buy a home, they said. It'll be fun, they said. You can plant your own gardens..." :-)

But at least my ONE jack-in-the-pulpit keeps coming back.


Image: Jack in the Pulpit

Comments

[lcohen]

i love bluebells! my back yard is a sea of mud. (not an exaggeration--the grass doesn't grow under the big tree back there so it's just mud.)