Every year Nate and I pretty up the house with flowers. Of course, we always get the obligatory gerbera daisies because we had them in the wedding. But then comes the big decision as to what to put in our pots.
Every year I get petunias. And at the end of the summer, after they have gotten big and beautiful, I say, "NEVER AGAIN."
Why, you ask? Because they are high maintenance, just like their owner. Every day I go out and pick and pick and pick in them. Only to wake up the next morning and they need a good picking again! Bah! It's never ending.
However, they are unbelievably beautiful, really colorful, and they thrive on my front porch. So every year they make it into my basket at Lowe's.
And on every 95 degree day I end up cursing that very decision.
This is what I see when I look up on the porch when picking in my flowers. A captivated audience.
Seriously. It scares me how much they look alike sometimes.
And this is the look you get from a bulldog if you make a really annoying, high-pitched squealing sound when trying to get it and the 9 month old to look at the camera.
And if the baby starts crying? Well, the bulldog simply turns her back to him.
Seriously dude. I've got a shock collar around my neck. And if I step one toe out of line then lightening's gonna strike. Call me when you really have something to cry about, k?
My beautiful petunias. We have a love/hate relationship.
These are probably my favorite flowers this year. I love that purple.
The homestead.
See how lovely the roses are doing?! Now we have beautiful lights in between them and they look really neat-o!
By the way, does anybody know how to take care of lilies? I've all but killed the one on my front porch.
The black thumb strikes again!
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