Monday, April 16, 2012

Late for the Garden Party.


I'm terribly tardy for Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day. 

Then again, it seems I'm always late to the party these days. 

Whew.


Instead of taking the time to write about our gardens, we spent the weekend:

~ Building raised beds for the large kitchen garden.



~ Creating a robot from recycled materials for Mikey's first grade class Earth Day project.

 

~ Helping Kiki design her Earth Day float for the school parade: "Just Say No to GMOs."

(I nixed her idea of putting her chickens on the float. I'm such a mean mom.)
 
~ Racing to Tyler's university for his last orchestra performance of the school year, conducted by John Nelson. Who is John Nelson, you might ask? Why, he's internationally renowned! (At least, his bio in the program is quite impressive, and the symphony was amazing.)
 
(Naturally, we were late and listened to the lovely "Les Preludes" by Franz Liszt while awaiting entrance in the lobby. I also managed a small nap during the Mendelssohn, but don't tell Tyler.)
 
~ Designing Mikey's birthday party invitation, which I found myself printing at 1 a.m. this morning.


~ Searching frantically for party ideas that incorporates Lego Ninjago. Don't know about Ninjago? Then, you obviously do not have a 7-year-old child in your home.

~ Reviewing orders to begin shipping. Shipping is the most harrowing, nightmare-inducing moment for me. I'm always extra nice to the UPS guy, hoping that he's in a good mood when he takes my packages and praying that he treats them with care and doesn't drop-kick them. 

I hold my breath until the plants are delivered safely to their new homes.



So, lately, my angst is in overdrive. I whine about work, I whine about kids' projects, and I whine about the beautiful blooms I miss while trying to do it all. 




I'm such a whiner.


But--soon, this will change. I will shift my priorities. I will live in the moment instead of worrying about the container gardening workshop I'm leading later this week. I will enjoy my son's birthday without drowning in the details. 

I will not Pinterest-obsess for creative Ninjago ideas. I won't, I won't. 

(You know I will.)




Maybe, I'll even learn to do yoga.

Some day.


Possibly, I'll decide what I want to be when I grow up.


But--those things won't happen today, I fear. I have 45 minutes until my baby boy arrives home, orders to fill, presents to hide. So, please forgive my pretend post for Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day, hosted by the lovely May Dreams Gardens. Today, I'm just sharing what's blooming--no Latin names, no species, just images of the beautiful spring in Upstate SC. 

(Like "Wordless Wednesday," I think I'll call this "Mayhem Monday"--appropriate, don't you think?)


Here we go...


 



























Now, I have exactly five minutes to meet Mikey's bus. 

Hope you all are enjoying the lovely spring!


Belated Happy Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day!


XO ~ Julie

5 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing! Please come redo my yard! What's the first purple flower?o

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  2. You're such a lovely mum! I like your robot! ;)

    Nice blooms in your garden!
    Happy Birthday to your son!

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  3. Oh Julie, you certainly are burning the ground under your feet! Nice that your son's university is close enough for you to see a concert. What does he play? My two were musicians all through high school and most of college. Now that their schooling is done, I am a band parent without a band student! (the last concert we went to was our oldest was the instructor and she led a high school percussion group). The last one mine played in was steel drums.
    Love your blooms! Thought of you today, finally got the 'maters planted. Have been babying them -- needed more potting soil. They are all on the deck, in containers, with fun colored cages.

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  4. I am surprised you have time to post as all what with children and chickens and children and parties and children and garden all to attend to. Lovely blooms. I hope to meet you in Asheville. Happy GBBD a little belatedly.

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