Chapter Four: "What Happens When You Have the Same Color Thumb as Your Mother's"

My thumb, dear friends, is not green.  It is a nice shade of, well flesh, to be perfectly honest, but metaphorically speaking, it would be black.  So, I bought this lovely pot of festive flowers for our front porch.  And just like my mother (as she reminded me AS SOON AS SHE ARRIVED last weekend), I cannot remember to keep up the flowers.  We both have ADD tendencies and well, ummmmm something sparkly always seems to catch my eye right before it occurs to me to water the flowers.  I literally have driven up to our house and thought, "Hmmm... those flowers are dying." And the thought didn't really settle in my head well enough to come up with a second thought of, "Hmmm... I bet I need to water them." 

So, anyway... we now have a new GORGEOUS pot of flowers on our porch, perched right in front of a pumpkin.   These flowers always catch my eye, but the thought of them dying doesn't occur to me.  What does occur to me?? "Thank you Lord, for Hobby Lobby, where the flowers are just as vibrant as You intended for them to be."

Okay, there's more.  The day I brought these new flowers home, I needed to cut them away from their wire-laden bunch.  I don't have wire cutters.  I used a regular pair of scissors because I firmly believed that you don't have to have a "special" kind of somethings to cut fake flowers.  I broke the scissors (I replaced them with the EXACT same kind so I wouldn't have to tell my husband.  So much for that...).  Well, what's a girl to do?? Go in the garage to see if her husband has anything interesting to cut the beautiful fake flowers.  I found hedge trimmers.  That's all.  Yes, I used them. 

There I was, in front of our sweet house that looks like very sane people must dwell within.  Acting like it was the most normal thing in the world, I stood there with these enormous hedge trimmers that are 1/2 as tall as I am, clipping away at a little bunch of fake flowers from Hobby Lobby.  I seriously would not be surprised if it shows up on YouTube.  But, for all who drive by and see this scene (minus the hedge trimmers and me), you will see the prettiest little flowers and happy little pumpkin gracing our front steps.  The pumpkin is real.  The flowers... not so much.

LH