Last year this time, I still had health worries. I wasn't sure I would be around this year. I didn't plant flowers in the fall, because I doubted that I would be here to enjoy them. I bought some red and yellow iris bulbs, but put them in a pot instead of the ground. That way my niece could take them to her house if I died, instead of just letting them go to the buyer of my house. That plan didn't work. I left the pot close to the wall of my house. The rain from the gutter overflow drowned them and made them rot. The red ones never bloomed at all. (The yellow ones were pretty.) This year, while still having no guarantees of tomorrow, I am physically much better. My surgery worked; I'm off all blood pressure meds. I am exercising and doing all but cutting grass: I don't have a lawn mower. But I have hand tools and have cut weeds, shrubs, etc. I'm planning some matching flowerpots which I haven't used in years with red zinnias for next year. My elephant ears are pretty much gone, I believe, because they don't get enough sun. So I have other plans for seeds in their place, some short flowers out away from the shade. I've discovered that thyme, while I don't harvest it and use it, makes a lovely plant against a white wall outside my garage door. I'll do that again. I'm still harvesting coneflower and marigold seeds to plant in the spring. I may put some in the ground next time. It's amazing how feeling better and having more energy affects your outlook. Plans still have to be made, no matter what the doctor says, as long as you will be able to carry them out. |