Waiting for the allium to bloom is torture.
Must. Not. Yell. At. Flowers.
Seriously.
Just bloom already!
This is revolutionary stuff. The me of days gone by would have lost her ever-loving mind and, in a rage of spit and fury, stayed up until the wee hours of the night to get everything back in order. I have discovered, though, there are more important things than order. Shocking, isn't it? For me, it's the complete subversion of a lifetime of an anxious, involuntary need to accomplish neatness.
I don't think I could get used to it, but I understand how it's happening. When we're done with the yard, we'll veer toward the garage. When we're done with the garage, we step inside. When we've re-established control over the interior, we'll look outside and realize it's time to start all over again. Our work will never be done. I get it now. And I like it.
So, while we're outside turning a feral plot into a breathtaking work of art, maybe you can take a look at these:
Bacon Today "Daily Updates on the World of Sweet, Sweet Bacon" How did I not know about this earlier?
GOOP It's Gwyneth Paltrow's thing and it's kinda cool.
ReadyMade "Instructions for Everyday Life" and a great place for inspiration.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must leave you and continue with the conquering of the world. Do have a lovely day, won't you?
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