She Who Would Be Gardener

I'll amend my last post to say that there can be at least some nice things about moving. For instance, our new apartment has a flowerbed. I hadn't seen one at any other apartment complex, but there it was when we walked into our new living room and looked out the sliding-glass door.

At first I was unhappy about the ground-floor apartment because "ground floor" is a bit of a misnomer. It's more like "partially underground floor." Our windows look out on cars. At eye level. But when I saw that patio and the flowerbed, I'll admit I got visions of myself in yellow gloves, green clogs, and a big straw hat, planting a conservatory's worth of prize-winning blooms. Nevermind that the bed itself is only 8' x 2' and that I've killed many a good plant in my time. Nevermind that I won't buy the clogs or the straw hat. I'm an idealist. Besides, I think buying a few plants and spending a little time with one flowerbed won't be too much. When I have my little plantlings in their new home, I'll take a cup of coffee and my book and spend my Saturday mornings reading and enjoying the colorful, fragrant Spring.

(sigh) Okay, I can move tomorrow.


Imagination, people! Use it! See past the bad picture and see the potential!