THERE IS A DAFFODIL BLOOMING IN MY GARDEN!
Sorry. I'm a wee bit excited about this whole spring thing. And by a "wee bit" I mean I might have done a little dance when I first noticed that little but of sunshine yellow poking up from the ground. I LOVE SPRING!
I'm all about finding silver linings amongst the storm clouds in our lives right now, and it's really easy to find those silver linings when they include sun and 60-something degrees in early March. I've been spending as much time working in the yard as possible the past few days, which means I've been knocking out projects that have been nagging at me for years. YEARS. Silver linings, ahoy!
Really high on the list of things that need done was to get started on another little fairy garden. A few weeks ago Mr. Husband and I wandered into Michael's and discovered that unfinished wooden bird houses were on sale for $3.99. We immediately snapped up three of them, with the thought that each of the residents of our house would decorate one of them.
Mine is done. Alexis' is done. There's one that is not. Ahem.
In all fairness, Alexis managed to cheat. She painted hers completely, but then had the idea to glue rocks to it. The glue that is good for outdoor applications smells so strongly that I am positive it kills brain cells, so I figured it would be better to kill my brain cells than hers. She still needs hers so that she can help me find my car in the mall parking lot, after all.
A few days later, her fairy house was covered in rocks and had been grouted. I'm an overachiever. I know. For the record, I'm an overachiever with fewer working brain cells that I had just a week ago.
Anyway, on Sunday we were all spending the day outside. Alexis was playing with some kids from the neighborhood, so I figured I would use a little not-responsible-for-keeping-a-human-entertained time to set up Alexis' fairy house.
I dug a hole in the front of the garden and stuck a broken pot in it.
Then I started filling the pot with the Irish Moss I had leftover from last year's fairy garden, a little tree, and the fairy house.
And that's when Alexis and her friend showed up.
I'll be damned if those two didn't fire me on the spot. They decided they were going to create a sidewalk and a little wall. They demanded to get to paint a tiny bench and some tiny fencing.
I just stood back and watched.
No way am I stopping a couple of kids who want to play in the garden for hours on end. Not. A. Chance.
You gotta love when "good parenting" means you get to camp out on a lawn chair and watch as your work gets done for you.
(Photos of the final product are coming once the local garden centers have the plants we need to finish the little spot.)