I think I may have mentioned my horticulture disability. Truly, if there were a handicapped sticker for this, I'd be given one and asked by the state to hang it for all the neighbors to see. The grass is always too tall, the weeds are taller, there are bald spots where Farley the Wonderdog has "fertilized", and back in the glory days, it's true, I killed a ChiaPet.
Our neighbors have even, tried to catch an opportunity in conversation to very politely and non-chalantly suggest to water more, or not cut the grass so short.
So, for yard decoration, I go over and above the call of duty to disguise this character flaw, with obnoxious plastic items, like gigantic plastic eggs for Easter. And you can count on Clark Griswald being referrenced each year as we put up the Christmas lights. It's all a plan to distract the neighbors from the weeds and death that blankets our yard.
For the last two years, I've gotten to hay bales to display the yard decor from October through April. That's fall: giant scarecrow thingies, Halloween: Halloween stuff, back to fall scarecrow thingies for November with some Thanksgiving additions, and then ofcourse Christmas stuff, usually poinsettas on the hay bales, then winter stuff for January, love stuff for February, St. Patricks day stuff because I'm 1/47th Irish, I'm sure. And then the finale with 10 gigantic Easter Eggs. After Easter, I usually take it down. But it takes a few weeks of procrastination at the very thought of getting hay bales into my beloved minivan.
We have lived here for 3 years now, and have very successfully managed to kill the majority of lovely flowers and plants that the previous owners planted. Apparently, tulips are tough enough to survive me and are coming back up close to where the hay bales are. I think what you are about to see, though, pending my very black thumb, should go to some photo contest.
It's as if the tulips are saying, "You punk ass bitch, you never water us and we're going to grow in spite of you...THROUGH THE HAY! Top that you mo-ron!" I think that's what they are saying.
That's how I roll.
You mean those tulips aren't plastic? So, don't touch them.
XO,
Mom/Mena
Those tulips rock! They are showing you who's boss! FYI, we give Foxy Grass Saver (that's the brand) bones so she doesn't destroy our grass. It took us trying a few different brands before we found one that works, but it works like a charm with her.
okay....seriously...that is one of the most amazing things I have seen in long time...wow...don't I sound absolutely dull now? but seriously can you come and take care of my floundering houseplants?