Okay, the plan for this weekend was to catch up on some *much* needed yard/house work. We planned this yesterday while sitting out in the sun.
And then the thunder started last night. Crap.
Maybe we will at least get a chance to mow the lawns and bring down some of the ivy.
Between the crazy weather, crazy work hours and neither of us being able to find the zen in working in the garden, we are way behind. Despite that, we finally worked ourselves up to being motivated to get it done. Stupid rain.
I blame my mother for all those years that she made me weed her huge cactus garden.
I work with people that doing something in their yard almost every weekend. One woman can often come up with the Latin name for flowers. Usually when people ask me if I know what kind of flower something is...I refer to the color.
"Hey, Sam, what kind of flower is that??"
"Red."
And another conversation that has happened many times over the years:
"Oooh, look at that pretty little flower!"
"Sam, that is a weed."
"Oh. Well. It is still pretty."
And I can't help that I still like to blow on dandelions and make a wish. I know that means there will be more in our yard. Good. More wishes for me!!