Motherās Day weekend is pretty synonymous with flowers, so itās only appropriate we spent a good chunk of our time playing in our flower (and vegetable beds).Ā
Jim has been lovingly caring for starts that are becoming ready to plant, and Iāve been enjoying the pops of color starting to emerge in our perennial beds we planted last year, thanks to some April rains that, indeed, did bring May flowers.Ā
Flower gardening is a new hobby for me. My mom is a big flower gardener, and somehow none of that transferred. For most of my life, Iāve considered myself someone with a black thumb. š
Probably because:
A. I didnāt have a place to do it, and
B. I didnāt have a reason to care
Now, I find itās a great way to spend a summer evening, complete with a sense of accomplishment in seeing things I planted last year coming back stronger and more vibrant.Ā
𤷠Who knew?Ā
Weāve also got a retreat here this weekend (teaser!), so everything got a little extra attention. šĀ
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1ļøā£ Sometimes the Right Setup Changes Everything
Iām still the same old will-kill-a-house-plant person, but with space outside (and trusted irrigation), it turns out, my interests have changed. And, so has my ability to make a green thing flourish!Ā
Turns out, I wasnāt not a flower person. I just didnāt have the setup.Ā
Given the right conditions, a little encouragement from friends, and some ChatGPT action to help make sure I purchase flowers I have the lowest likelihood of killing, I have a fun new hobby that also makes our house look even more welcoming.Ā
Win. Win!Ā
š” Lesson: Donāt write something off before youāve actually tried it.Ā
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2ļøā£ You Donāt Have to Know What Youāre Doing to Start
Enter: Hilary, my neighbor, who has been incredibly helpful in:
telling me whatās a flower
whatās a weed
what Iām about to accidentally kill









