Do You Know Where I Can Score Me Some Tiny Mice?

Ah, finally. A moment magically made just for blogging. Actually, it's only a magical moment made for blogging because I want it to be. I've got 4 loads of laundry to fold and a kitchen to clean. But, the kids are asleep so I'm gonna take advantage of the quiet.

I've been pretty busy as of late. I am not sure why I am so busy, exactly. Lots of Young Women meetings this week, so nights are out. Naptime has been spent doing Young Women things too. So maybe I DO know why I'm so busy. It's that new calling thing. So far I'm enjoying it, it's just cuts into my free time (read: blogging time) Hopefully things will slow down in the next week or so and I can go back to being a lazy cuss.

I told you in this post that I was excited to tell you about what I did last weekend. Are you ready? Are you sure? Because I built it up so nicely I'm sure you think it is something spectacufabulous and it probably is not. At least, not for you. It was for me.

This weekend I gardened. Well, I kind of gardened. I put some plants in pots. Does that count as gardening? I hope so because I SO want to be a gardener. It is my new favorite thing. I don't know very much about it though. I figure if I keep learning about it little by little soon by the end of my life I will be One with the Ways of the Earth. You think?

I learned some things this weekend though. The most important being that you should err on the side of caution when you are deciding how many flowers to buy. If not, the two pots you were planning to fill will multiply into this many:



You will then run out of pots and will have to resort to sticking them in the ground like this:

And yes, I realize that they don't look fabulous right now, but they will, my impatient friend. A little water, a little fertilizer, a little sun, a little time.

Also, I went to a local nursery to find out what I could put in my hanging baskets on my shady front porch. (shady in the way of not sunny, not shady in the way of drug dealers and pimps, just so we are clear) The Nursery Dude gave me lots of good ideas and even reminded me to bring the tender vines in if the weather drops below 40 degrees. Who knew? He also showed me "Tiny Mice", flowers that look like baby mouse heads. Of COURSE I had to get them. They were so cute and little!

I am so so so so excited to see the hanging baskets grow this year. They look so cute on my front porch, and they will look even cuter when they are a cascading bounty of foliage. I always buy the wrong kinds of flowers for the porch and they always die. But this year being my year and everything, that's not going to happen. (Sorry for the not-so-quality picture below. It's definitely not a closeup. I'll save the closeups for when the plants actually start growing.)

So I had a busy Saturday. I planted lots of things and made this lovely spray out of a couple wayward branches in my backyard. Purdy, eh? Smells good too.

So there you have it, my cute baskets and cute pots, my cute spray of fragrant blossoms. It's amazing that something so simple can make me so happy. I love to go sit on our back patio, surrounded by my 4,000 pots of marigolds and alyssum. It feels homey. And this year, I will keep them alive.

I, Emily, solemnly swear in front of my fellow bloggers and everyone else that I will take care of my container plants. I will fertilize. I will rotate. I will not skip a day of watering just because I don't feel like it. If it is really hot, I will even water them twice a day so the poor plants will not die on me like in years past. I will.

What are you smirking for? I WILL!