Actually, mine are red, pink, purple, peach and white. And my daffodils never bloom until summer so I’ve got yellow flowers, too.
Deb Kastner here, plugging along on another tight book deadline and enjoying the beautiful colors of summer. On temperate days I’ll sit outside with my notebook and write. Yes, I write most of my books with pen and paper. Prehistoric, I know.
I’m grateful for a husband who gets out and does the mowing and weeding, even in the sweltering heat, because as much as I adore flowers, I don’t like digging in the dirt. It’s—well—dirty. And there are insects. And even if none of the above was true, plants run when they see me coming.
No, seriously. I bought marigolds and petunias to help the grandkids plant in a small triangular plot. The petunias died. In one day. One. Day. The poor marigolds are on their last legs.
My best girlfriend, on the other hand, absolutely adores being outside. Her garden is her happy place. She enjoys the doing the work as much as appreciating the outcome. She has arches and trellises and landscaped flower beds.
I appreciate people like my Lisa and my husband. The world would be a colorless place without flowers. I love and am thankful for God’s creation. It inspires me when I’m working on my own garden—the one I landscape with words.
Just don’t ask me to play in the dirt.
What about you? When it comes to gardening, are you green thumbs up or black thumbs down?