Gardening my style

This past weekend I was knee deep into my one day of gardening a year when I plant all the little flowers in the pots I put around my house. When done, I salute them and wish them well. From then on, they’re on their own to survive. I periodically water them and add some food but other than that, survival at my house just means being hardy enough to withstand my benign neglect.

This year, my plants won the jackpot when my friend Janis came in from Dutch Harbor and did the planting for me. If flowers could be said to be smiling, they were after she finished with them.

Those smiles will soon be wiped out, though, when the find out that from now on they depend on me for their care.