The Botanical Novice

You may have asketh...

Hark...

What has the Original Oldgirl been up to?

I've been doing a lot of reading... a little writing...

and planting flowers...

Last weekend, I planted some flowers...

Na'll let me stop lying...

It was more like coming home from Church, waking up my brother, "Milk and Cookies", and watching him sweat profusely while he shoveled red Georgia clay and concrete (thanks to my builders... those bustas!), from around the walkway leading to my brick steps...

I did hand him the flowers from the flower pots, and I did hold the bags while he shoveled dirt and sod into them. And I did drive out to Peachtree City, 30 miles south of downtown ATL, and bought the darn flowers (You gotta go knee deep into the white neighborhood sometimes to find what you need, you know)...

So technically, I planted flowers last weekend.

Don't they look lovely??



Let's back up a little so you can see all of MY hard work... Lovely, hunh?



Before you say, "Gee Ladylee, those are quite nice", have a look at my neighbor's flowers...



Humph...

I can hear my lil' sista super shoe queen blogger Serenity 23 laughing and stomping so hard that she breaks one of her clear heels... Calm down gal... I know you gonna dog me, so go ahead on and dog me, Shorty...

I have to come home and look at their yard and see something out of the freakin pages of Home and Garden...



And look at the small tropical jungle on the side of their porch...



Now take a look at my flowers again...



Shut up, now... I ain't no hater. It's just that when I see my neighbor's Paul and Stan's flowers, I think "these are flowers"...

When I see my flowers, I think "these are flowers on crack!"

Well, while Milk and Cookies and I were out on the walkway slaving away, planting the flowers, Stan walked out on his porch and looked at us like we were crazy or had gone mad...

"What are ya'll doing over there?" he yelled.

Both my brotha and I looked up. "Planting flowers," I yelled back.

"Please don't let him come over here," I murmured to a smiling Milk and Cookies. No sooner than I whispered that hope, Stan was marching across his driveway heading straight for us.

"You know you gotta water those everyday, right. Just a little water, every day, and they will be just fine."

"Um... yeah, Stan... will do."

He went away as quickly as he came over.

Now, I know why he was stressing the "every day" watering. It was because I had planted a peach Snapdragon, the color of my house, in April. The Snapdragon flowers started turning red, and I lost interest... I didn't water that thing, and for a good two months, a collection of dried sticks and stems sat where there was once a beautiful red snapdragon...

And I know that pissed off Paul and Stan, especially when they had to see that monstrosity while cutting my grass! LOL!

So, Stan felt it was his duty to warn me, the Botanical Novice Ladylee, to water the flowers everyday...

I've been heeding his advice, and since we are under a watering restriction, I have even been sneaking out there at night with a couple of gallons of water making sure they are getting watered on my city imposed non-watering days. (Don't trip, word is they arresting people these days, and I ain't trying to be locked down over some doggone flower watering!)

Will my flowers grow? Hmm... I will let you know! Stay tuned for a pic later this month!