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May 6, 2008 | 5:29 AM PST
We had a great time yesterday visiting with Mom. I got a few plants from her. She may be ninety, but she can still wield a shovel. Her soil was so black and beautiful that it made me drool. If I had soil like that, oh, what fun. I'll have to plant them today, but where? I don't know. I know that it'll be a battle through the rocks, though. Hubby had me another lantana (a purplish color) and more red vincas when I got home. He found me some snail bait, too. Everyone must be buying it because he had trouble finding that one. He had cut a few limbs from only one of the huge butterfly bushes with the chain saw. For some reason he left one limb going straight up in the air. He says that he'll hand saw that one today. It was so nice getting back home. It was like being at a vacation house. There was a lovely breeze. We could see the new flowers and watch the birds. We didn't want the day to end. I need to get outside to see if I can find a hole to plant in. Happiness is a bucolic bungalow.
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May 6, 2008 | 5:29 AM PST
We had a great time yesterday visiting with Mom. I got a few plants from her. She may be ninety, but she can still wield a shovel. Her soil was so black and beautiful that it made me drool. If I had soil like that, oh, what fun. I'll have to plant them today, but where? I don't know. I know that it'll be a battle through the rocks, though. Hubby had me another lantana (a purplish color) and more red vincas when I got home. He found me some snail bait, too. Everyone must be buying it because he had trouble finding that one. He had cut a few limbs from only one of the huge butterfly bushes with the chain saw. For some reason he left one limb going straight up in the air. He says that he'll hand saw that one today. It was so nice getting back home. It was like being at a vacation house. There was a lovely breeze. We could see the new flowers and watch the birds. We didn't want the day to end. I need to get outside to see if I can find a hole to plant in. Happiness is a bucolic bungalow.
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