My New Look

I cannot even tell you how twitchy I've been all day. Beth at Be Design has been working hard on my new look for at least a week now; she installed everything Sunday night. I was so excited to get online Monday morning and give her a shout-out (didn't she do a great job?) and welcome you to my fancy-shmancy new digs.

And then the baby didn't take her morning nap. And Connor, oft-neglected and freshly out of preschool, wanted to play games. And then my faux-OCD shifted into overdrive due to the copious amounts of hair I am shedding right now and DEMANDED that I clean the house immediately. (Seeing a virtual carpet of hair strands on the kitchen floor will to that to your faux-OCD. Duly noted.)

So here I am, at 10:30 PM, after most of you have already stopped by and admired the new do, and I'm just now getting around to welcoming you.

Sigh.

But that's real life, right? Sometimes, we invite people over and then the baby spits up on the outfit we wanted to wear and the phone rings and the dishwasher starts to spill frothy, greasy bubbles from its innards. It just happens. We roll with it.

Here's another example.

This past weekend was Memorial Day Weekend, yes? The kick-off to summer? Many of you posted about spending the holiday at the pool or the beach, enjoying the sun and the sounds of BBQ and laughing children.

Here in Minnesota, we enjoyed a decent Saturday. It was warm enough, at least, to encourage me to run to a local nursery and pick up the few plants I wanted to put in my pots.

(Please note: This was my garden last year.

And that was just for vegetables. I'm saving a few shots of the planting beds around our house for Lisa's Garden Tour on June 13.)

So this year I have no yard. (Moment of silence, please.) I'm relegated to putting a few precious plants in my prized Mexican blue pots.

I have two tomato plants. (Yes, I know they will be crowded. But I couldn't pick just one! Don't judge me.)

I have a pot of basil and chives...

...and another of cilantro and chocolate-mint.

Oh! And we have a maple tree on our deck. Technically, this is Corey's. He found this tree when it was just an teeny baby plant in the backyard of our old house. He planted it and loved it and cared for it, and when it came time to move, he couldn't leave it behind.

It's our love maple.

By the front door, I have these pots filled with purple fountain grass, two varieties of sweet potato vine and a couple of different wave petunias.

But look closer.

No, not at the petunias. (Although they are alluring. Hello, darlings.)

At the sweet potato vines.

Do they look a little ... funny to you?

Well, yes. That would be because our temperature this morning as 41 degrees! And we barely made it to 60 today.

Which -- and here's where I return to my original point -- just goes to show that life doesn't always go the way you planned. Sometimes, you plan for beauty and flair only to find your timing is a little off. So the orchestration goes awry. I've learned -- that's OK.

The best things in life often happen when you least expect them.