Stop and smell the flowers

This last weekend I planted flowers in the front yard with my hubby. It was a gorgeous day to work in the yard (minus the wind). You know those days where the weather is not too hot but not too cold. Where the sky is a deep blue and the clouds are bright white. Where the air smells like cut grass and flowers. That was Saturday.

I love working in the yard. You wouldn't know it by my black thumb, but I really do. And when I say I have a black thumb I mean it. Ask my husband or family. If you want a plant killed give me a call. Overwater...underwater...doesn't matter I'll finish it off for you. I once killed a cactus plant. Let me tell you that took effort.

My mom is an amazing gardener. Whatever she touches grows, even if it's not supposed to. Her flower garden is always beautiful and full of life. I love her talent. It must kill her to have a daughter that has the touch of death with plants. lol

Luckily I married a man who also loves to work in the yard. And on top of that he's good at keeping plants alive. Wow what a guy!! Even before we were married he was trying to turn my black thumb green. He'd come by and say "Your plants look like they're dying." I'd look out my window and what do you know, they did look a little sad. "When was the last time you watered them?" he'd ask. If I had to think too hard it usually meant it'd been awhile. He'd just shake his head and get the hose out. He's very patient and I love him for that.

So anyway, my yard has beautiful, vibrant flowers in the flower beds and they look great. They're perennials too, so as long as I don't kill them or the deer don't eat them they'll be beautiful year after year. What an amazing thought!