Last night, at the encouragement (or pestering as interpretation will have it) of my friend Color Girl, I decided to finally kick this Red-Riding-Hood-of-a-blog out the door, with nothing but her basket of intimidating widgets and gadgets and the over-arching notion that life begins at the end of our comfort zone. I have no idea what wolves, woodmen, or grannies for that matter, are lurking out there in blogland. I'm just taking it on faith that since so many people have encouraged me to do this, (and since I'm not too keen on gardening in my pock-marked garden right now), it just might be the right thing at the right time.
When that lightbulb about a blog first lit up in my head, I had such grandiose visions of posting the magnificence and seasonal miracles of my garden. These would unfold before my readers' (assuming there were readers) very eyes. It would be lovely and sublime and all would envy its perfection.
Not.
So, instead, I'm letting you see the real trajectory of my garden this year............the what was, could have been, and is now (after that *$#^% hail).
Here's how it really unfolds.
What was:
Could have been:
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Is now:
What was:
What could have been
Is now:
What was:
Could have been:
Is now:
Feel sorry for me yet?
That's okay. I've been feeling sorry enough for myself all week. But an attitude adjustment is in the forecast..........
Labels: Garden, Life
