This will be our third summer at our home and the last year we can ignore the landscaping. The past owners loved mulch and 1/4 of our front yard was just mulch with a few random plants, ugh. So what was once our "mulch garden" has turned into our weed garden. You know what? I didn't give a shit. Now the weeds are larger than a skangly bush we have out front so we thought we should be better neighbors and put some effort into the landscaping this season. It's hard to keep up with the yard work. We are surrounded by retirees who weed every morning and mow twice a week. We don't have time for that business! First area to get our attention was our little fish pond. Fresh new grass plants and a pond cleansing. I did nothing to help with this project but just watching Jonathan made me tired.
My part of the work is the raised garden beds. I'm a bit late with starting the seeds so I got out there and freshened the dirt and cleaned out the weeds. Now I'm ready to plant some seeds and I can't find my seed box. This kills me! I just spent over an hour searching the house and garage for that stupid seed box! Where could it have disappeared too? I'm pretty much on the verge of tears due to my missing seeds, well that and another drama filled situation that happened to me today. I'll share. At work today I was caught up with my current styles and no one else in my department needed help so I hopped on the internet to check out my grades for last term. That's when I saw that I failed. A big fat F. There is no way that this could have happened, I had an A- going into my final whether I passed or failed that project. Still you can't stop that feeling in your stomach you get when you see a F. I emailed the professor but it's our spring break, they might not check their email for another week! The manual labor of kickin' up some dirt helped relieve some stress but once my seeds where found missing the pressure of the day came flooding back. Thankfully, I just received the email saying the F was in fact a mistake and my A will be put in it's place. Thank sweet baby Jesus, but those damn seeds are still missing.
At least I have this cuteness to look at when I'm doing my very stupid yard work.