My mother came over to help me medicate the cat, and she saw the bedding plants on the front porch and maybe she kind of gasped a little bit.
It’s cheap therapy says I. You put these things in the ground, and you water and you weed, and they flower.
Usually I plant a veggie garden, but not this year. This year my neighbour down the street has taken over my garden. A fruitless and frustrating week will be redeemed in dirt this weekend. More fruitless weeks will be redeemed in weeding and enjoyment. This year I will buy fresh veggies from the market and grow flowers for my soul.