Mom's Bearded Iris
Jill of All Trades, Master of None -- that be me. During the frenzied month of May... I laid ceramic tile, hardwood floors, painted, sawed, pounded nails (and my thumb,) installed new doors, toted that proverbial barge and lifted the bale, too.
Surprised to hear I can do all this stuff? Real world friends would be equally surprised since I never confess these skills. That's because I think there's something wrong with me.
Johnson's Blue (though, they look purple to me) Perennial Geraniums
I started out somewhat normal. In my previous life, I earned my keep at a big advertising agency in one of those super-sexy sky scraper type buildings. Working on t.v. commercials. The kind of job that makes other people jealous, though I never understood why.
It took me 8 short weeks to realize how much I hated it. And, five long years to extract myself from it. I found it hard to breath in that stifling, corporate environment.
Perennial Canterbury Bells
When we jumped ship and ran away to Utah, we spent every penny we had on 3 rental units and I became a not-so evil landlady. Instead of sitting in board meetings, debating the dumbest of things, I now spend a good bit of time working with my hands. And, loving every minute of it.
So, why don't I like to talk about that? Beats me. I guess I just don't feel my friends, with normal office jobs, could ever understand.
With one set of long-term renters heading out the door and a new pair anxious to move in, we had 4 short weeks to accomplish a miracle ~ as in a complete re-do on the most adorable of the 3 rentals - surrounded by an English Garden!
My poor, sweet daughter handled all the painting. (She's destined for a fine job in middle management, though, as she delegated most of those chores to her cute as a button boyfriend. :)
As of today this work is done.
And, now? With that joint, once again, deserving of a Better Homes and Gardens sign... my lonesome hammock is begging for attention.
Drifts of Perennial Geraniums