Anyway, now that I have them where am I ever going to plant them? I have a garden which encompasses a half acre and I have totally run out of room; but when I get home tomorrow from my MRI I plan to get the giant umbrella out which has a place on my garden cart (put there by using tie wraps and some PVC pipe), put Mika Bird (our Hahn's Macaw) into her outside cage, hang her on her traveling shepherd's hook, and take out whatever is left of a teeny piece of St. Augustine which is in the sun and plant my tubers and bulbs.
Every year I swear I am not going to put anything new in. Every year I put new things in. I surrender.
I am a plantaholic and my life has become unmanageable. I believe I can and will be restored to sanity. I have turned my will over to however my knee feels on the day I want to garden. I will take a moral inventory of all the money I've spent and didn't tell Mark. I will share it with someone other than Mark.
I'm not ready for the rest, but I've done all 12 many times, at different levels of sobriety, and have stayed sober for 24 years~
said with excruciating love of gardening and fellow garden addicts, Victoria