Not So Secret Garden

It's the second nice day in a row which means I have been frantically doing laundry. Stupid lack of dryer. Regardless, it means I have spent some blissful time outside in my tiny backyard. And I mean tiny. But part of what makes it so tiny is that there are more flowers than grass back there. I never really paid much attention other than noticing that these mammoth rose bushes were starting to tear at my towels on the line, but yesterday I noticed that there were actually roses on these bushy, thorny beasts. Then I stopped, took a look around and realised there were gorgeous flowers all around me. So, with the sudden realisation that I had the luck to inherit these gardens, I started clipping bunches of flowers to collect for a vase on my table. How classy am I? :) But it's cool that I now have something to focus my nesting energy on. I've already clipped back the rose bushes (growing up with my parents has me remembering vague bits of rose wisdom. Also knowledge: we built an addition onto our house squarely on top of some rose bushes; sad, but necessary. Months later, they just grew out from under the addition. I don't really think me trimming some unwieldy branches is going to kill these guys.). I need to buy proper shears or something, however, because my kidnergarten safety scissors may have clipped their last.

A garden makes me feel adult, a trend I am willing to continue for the time being.