Shopping was fun to do with a friend, so she called a favorite shopping friend. He enjoyed going just to watch how the idea could change and build, plus maybe find something he might need. Today is was for a few flowers and a planter. They drove to the farthest destination and looked for the planter she had seen a few weeks before. Looking over a few new items she went and found a cart to fill. Finding the planter became the start of finding more treasures than she came for. It was hard to get away from this store, they always had some of the best of everything. Her eye caught a decoration she had found the last time with a new dragonfly next to it to hang on her sewing wall. A few more items were gently laid into the cart while roving over to look at a plant she wanted the last time. With a full cart she checked out. She thought for a moment getting into her car and decided to head over a few more towns to see three greenhouses she hadn’t been to. The car filled as fast as the carts had all day and she came home with a wealth of goodies.
There is always a special bloom that caught her eye each year and the previous day she had found many. Getting out a few tools and tiller she set to work creating her masterpieces. Sometime they just created their own shapes with a mix of colors and designs. Every once in a while she sat and looked over her new friends scattered around her home. Walking into a space in one bed she paced off how many hot peppers she could fill the void with, only to decide to place them elsewhere. This haphazard routine filled up her morning and part of an afternoon when she decided to go get some potting soil. This became a little of this and that she found before she found her soil and soon she was back planting even more flowers. She looked at the clock and was shocked she had missed lunch and it was late for supper. The day was filled with too many plants and too much fun putting them in.
A flit of orange caught her eye. An oriole sat in a tree nearby. Dropping her hoe she ran to get a jelly feeder to set out. She had wondered when these friends would join her other birds at the feeders. Filling the bowl with grape jelly she was soon greeted with a pair of males coming and going between her home and a neighbors. Setting some water to boil she prepared some nectar for the hummingbirds and oriole to enjoy. It was nice to watch all the birds that visited her feeders and yard. Each week she liked to keep a species count and new arrival list. She often would brag about sightings and sometimes met with raised eyebrows by a nonbirder. Watching the couples getting together she offered lots of motherly advice to them. She really liked it when they nested close by so she could see all the new babies. Each morning when she checked her feeders she greeted the arrivals and told them what lovely families she hoped each was having.
The smell of food cooking woke her up. This was better than coffee she thought. Her brother was staying over and had decided to make their favorite breakfast of Eggs Benedict. It was a compulsory meal whenever they got together. There are certain foods that are part of a family heritage. This was a dish their parents always liked when they went out for breakfast after church. Bites were sometimes shared around the table, a taste of family happiness survived. There are certain sounds and smells that can carry ones thoughts back to their childhood or a favorite place to go. Often after staying on the ocean for a vacation she caught the aroma of the waves, hundreds of miles away. Today was a good day getting this favorite food fixed for her. Her dreamy thoughts were shattered with a call to come pour drinks.
This day off was going to be another workday. Not as hard as some other days but the planting continued. In fact it continued until there was no more room to work with. It was dismaying in a sense to stop all the reckless spending and always looking at new plants. A summary of all the plants was needed and perhaps a few replacements would be found. Today was a container day, with a need to get a couple more. This meant she might need more plants and soil to have for the extra containers to be found shopping. A blue theme started a progression to go from small to large and all the other options to be had with five blue containers. She laughed finding a hibiscus she never had and its container was blue also. This would tell her if she needed more in the collection, so she held off planting it. A new line of pots across the patio welcomed the new sunrise, many a very passionate blue.