I weave in and out of traffic (using my turn signals of course).
I had to. I was bringing home plants that had to get in the ground. I had to beat the rain.
This is not a white flower...I know. I am planting only white flowers this year...I know.
It gets to go in the garden this year because it was a 'freebie'.
(Exception to the Rule, freebies can be put in the garden regardless of color. Why? Because they are free!)
I pull in the driveway. I run in the house. I say 'Hey' to the kid, or 'I love you', or 'How was your day?', or... something. Run outside to get the plants out of the car. Run back in the house to get the car keys (its locked). Kid laughs. Run back outside again to get plants out of the car. Get favorite sharp shovel out of garage. Run shovel, and 2 astilbe over to the circle-garden-that-is-not-shaped-like-a-circle.
'BOOM' (thunder, of course).
Move mulch. Dig first hole. Plant Astilbe #1. Replace mulch.
'Pitter Patter' (the start of rain, what else?)
Move mulch. Hurry. Plant astilbe #2. Repl.....
RUN to house! Noah-sized downpour of rain!
RUN back to the circle-garden-that-is-not-shaped-like-a-circle to get favorite sharp shovel.
RUN to house! Put shovel in garage. Go in house soaking wet. Kid laughs.
(of course)
