Me, myself and I, planted 43 plants yesterday.  The front flowerbeds are starting to look like there might be some possibilities underneath the weeds and tree seedlings.  It is not a blank slate, there are shrubs--but they are so overgrown that they will have to be removed.  It's going to take a chain and a pickup to pull them up.  The only thing I will have to do is find someone with a chain and a pickup.

The aftermath of planting 43 plants yesterday, is that I am very, very sore.  But it was worth it.  I feel rejuvenated after all the inside stuff I have been doing.  And I am a long, long way from being finished inside.  But getting my hands in the dirt was wonderful.  I am inspired.  I am formulating a plan for how it is going to look when I am finished.  It will be beautiful.

One nice thing.  Since I only moved across the street, I can look out my window and see the beautiful flowers and plants that I put in over there.  It is a lovely view, so I didn't lose everything.  I still get to look at everything I did for the last three years.

I am headed to the nursery this morning to see what plants they have that will survive if I plant them this late in the year.

God did a good job inventing so many different flowers, shrubs and trees.  When I go the the nursery, it is like opening a box of crayons.  Which color shall I use?

The spider lily bulbs that I put into pots before I moved are popping up and blooming.  Yea.

For all of you non-gardeners out there, it's okay.  You don't have to understand my obsession with plants.  I am sure you have obsessions of your own.

Aren't you glad that God made all of us like a box of crayons.  Each one different.  Each one special.  Each one with talents and capabilities that benefit the whole.

We are God's flower garden.  Blooming where he planted us.