That made it all worth it. An hour ago, as I was starting to plate up dinner, I heard the Mr call out to passers-by from the porch. He was telling them about our broom plant that they were admiring, while it is in glorious yellow full bloom. I went out to tell them that when the seeds are ready, they pop so loud you can hear them, and they are welcome to them. We ended up chatting with these folks for at least 20 minutes, and they were very complimentary about what we have accomplished so far. Not only were they understanding about the weeds in the turf yet to be removed, they told us they have a solution for bindweed! Apparently there is a mite that kills it and only it. We will be trading seeds and cuttings for mites. Sounds like a bargain to me.
After a couple years without them, Honor Flights have resumed in northern Colorado. This means the Mile of Smiles is back too. We went out first thing to the interstate, to join hundreds of other folks holding flags and banners, and waving at the buses of veterans and their escorts. They are currently on their whirlwind tour of Washington DC, where they visit the relevant war memorials. It's always fun to go out and give a hearty send-off, and we have been told the veterans on the buses like seeing us. We get lots of honks from general traffic on the interstate as well, while we are waiting for the main event to go by.
When we got home, we couldn't just go inside and make breakfast or anything. We immediately descended upon the yard, ripping up weeds and moving things around. Me, I planted the hosta I bought yesterday in the shady side of the big mound, and I dug up the other lavender that failed to transplant last year. The first rose I bought, the knockout, went there. Then I sort of weeded around it, and worked my way to the front of house bed, where I pruned a ton of the lavender there. I'm trying to cut back the woody growth heavily this year, and I will do it even more next spring, in the hopes of bringing the lavender just in front of the house back to soft green. If I fail, I will replace them next year.
I made more progress clearing out debris (leaves and spilled hardware, mostly) from the corner of the porch, and tidied up enough that it feels like it is really coming together. I intend to have a spot where I can enjoy beverages while I view my flowers, and maybe watch over a toddler while she plays with sidewalk chalk. I'm getting ever closer to my fantasy porch. Every time I needed a break from weeding and pruning, I sat there, and it felt just right.
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