I share no such passion.
Da Home Boyz and I are on a rock crusade. We dig and dig and shovel and shovel and wheelbarrow-barrow-barrow them all away.
Yeah, that's about three hours of work right there.
I'm very proud of myself. And sore.
I really want something like this in my front yard.
With these.
And I'd REALLY like some of these.
But this is Arizona. We have rocks.
We did find some very smooth, oval-shaped rocks that my children insist are dinosaur eggs.
So that's cool.
So we'll enjoy our dinosaur eggs for a while as I sweat in the sun with my gardening Flop Hat.
(Everybody needs a Flop Hat to garden. Don't you agree?)
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Oh, I love me some hydrangeas. Love, love, love! But you can really grow some beautiful succulents.
Maybe that's why my gardening is always so annoying and unfruitful - I don't have a floppy hat.
I'm thinking that the obsession with rocks comes with the 'rocks don't need water' philosophy.
My Grandma lived in Tucson for much of my life. She had BEAUTIFUL roses by the dozen, a lovely grapevine (not the kind the grows grapes, the flowery kind), and a simply divine cactus garden in the front yard. Now, I realize cactus isn't so great with little bits all around, but I'm mostly just saying a gorgeous garden can be had. Oh, and I didn't even mention the fruit trees! YUM.
Love the flop hat!!!
I have a floppy hat, only in my house it's called the stupid hat. Not in a negative way, mind you. It's just a stupid hat, the same way my son has a SpongeBob hat and my husband has a Broncos hat. I have a Stupid hat. It used to be red and white striped, now it is faded-reddish-pinkish-stripedish. I should devote an entire post to my stupid hat.
Some people in Utah are turn towards the direction of rocks. Not me though. And I have a ton of those yellow tulip bulbs. If you lived closer I'd certainly dig some up and bring them right on over.
I like rocks. And I want your hat. And I seem destined to kill flowers with a mere look...
Thanks for your comments on my blog. I didn't even notice myself falling into the trap of thinking there were two extremes--give in, or don't. Instead, the more important lesson could be taught by both of us meeting in the middle. Thank you! And, on an urelated note, I'm still making your Beans recipe almost weekly. Genius.
I aspire to be a good gardener, and then I mow and give up.
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