When I was a teenager this statement didn't bode well for me. Whether at boarding school or at home, being grounded (or confined to campus) was sure to follow.
But hah, now that I'm an adult, being grounded means I have my two feet firmly planted in the earth, or in the garden if you would.
Yesterday was a chilly day, in the 50's as opposed to the 90's we were getting used to. Too chilly to work outside I decided and suggested pedicures. Just one hour countered German girl. 5 hours later, 3/4 of the garden was weeded, some plants moved, shrubs trimmed and part of the 5 yards of mulch we received on Thursday spread.
Kneeling and weeding are not so bad when your nose is inches from pink lily of the valley, sweetely scented yellow iris ( a gift from a friend's garden so no idea of their name) or the ginormous blooming broom . And whose idea was it to put it so close by the door? Guess that would be mine. Who knew?
Today is sunny and warm, but the garden will be abandoned while my hair is trimmed and weeded and covered with blonde goodness. Roots, good in a garden, bad on the head.
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