That’s how it is here. Each day a new flower starts blooming. I record it in my journal and take its photo.
That’s where it ends.
I go back to weeding and transplanting.
My hands are dirty, my shoes are dirty, my apron fills with debris.
I talk to the bunnies and my bird friends, but the computer is inside.
It may as well be on the moon, because I am literally running to get things done.
Before rain tasks, after rain tasks. I forgot to fertilize the smallest rose… So sorry baby!
You should be seeing a flower a day here, but I have things to do with my dirty hands..
Then there is preparation for a fairy Easter egg hunt…
So much to do, so little time…
FLOWER
floweralley 
Your own pace is best
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I agree and I don’t even want to think about housework.
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No worries – I run around doing a thousand other things, and – again – I have that sinking feeling that for yet another year, my constantly changing garden is going to look like another collection of half finished ideas. Which makes me sad, but it can’t be helped. Not without hiring some muscle, anyway – which I just might have to do.
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Enjoy your dirty hands, busy bunny! Looks like a fab Easter ahead of you.
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Yes. My children will be here. Maybe I will have help with flowers and fairies. Thanks Ali.
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