In line with the blog entry called Putting First Things First, I still have lots of clearing out to do in my house. It seems to be endless, mostly because I just don’t finish it. I don’t make time to do it. I put other things first. For example, the other day, Walmart had a 50% off sale on plants. Magically, I had time to go there, decide what to buy, and time to plant the already loved plants.

I made a whole little garden right in front of the house where butterfly bushes used to be (I think the man who painted the house last fall killed the butterfly bushes.) I feel so bad for the butterflies who still come here looking for the flowers they had enjoyed for over fourteen years. This fall I will plant a new butterfly bush, and next summer the butterflies will find once again the sweetness they’re looking for. I hope all the back and forth doesn’t make the butterflies neurotic.

Meanwhile, I planted geraniums, lots of basil, a variegated sage, zinnias, dianthis, portulaca, an African daisy, and other annuals I simply don’t know the names of. A few days later I made a run to Hy Vee where plants are now 25 and 50 cents! As if that were not amazing enough, soon after, my daughter found annuals for me at Walmart marked down to 10 and 12 cents!

I know this little garden isn’t exactly impressive — my daughter sees it as sort of a kindergarten garden — but, to me, it’s a fairy garden.

The point of this blog entry is that here I go, finding time to buy plants on sale and plant them and write about them, and somehow not finding time to do the necessary things like getting everything non-essential out of my house.

I was born in New England, where the work ethic is king, but you would think I grew up in another area of the U.S. where pleasure is queen!