Today rolled out in an unexpected way. I had BIG plans to get that dream workshop painted today, but sadly, only got to filling the holes. Where did the day go?
While the filler was drying, I turned around outside… and gasped.
Right… a few trips here and there were priority.
Ah well. My neighbours haven’t fired me yet, so time to roll up the sleeves and do a little work before they do…
And that’s when I put the tools down and sighed.
Every single year I vow to have an AMAZING yard and astound those neighbours of mine by keeping up with it. But I rarely do. I suppose it’s all about commitment. I just get these squirrel moments where I’m in some zone and don’t snap out of it. Or maybe it’s an old thing. 🙂
While in my moment of despair, I looked up, and after I squinted juuuuust a little, I caught a glimmer of… life after weeds.
Apparently you’re to cut it before they complete their bloom, so the petals retain their fragrance.
Oh well. This is what I had so I may has well do something fun with it.
(weeds? what weeds?)
Do you know what happens to dried colorful dried fall hydrangeas when you leave them outdoors?
And this was the result. From neglect to showcase, these colourful fall flowers were most certainly ready to emerge. A galvanized bait bucket did the trick.
I’m so glad I found the weeds today. They led me straight to all this beauty, ready to burst out, if only given the chance.
Sounds a little like life, doesn’t it?