Happy Flower Day

I think Chris is even more excited than I am about Mother’s Day. That’s because, in Colorado, it is also the grandest of all state holidays — Planting Flowers Outside Because There’s a Fairly Decent Chance They Will No Longer Get Snowed On Day.
I promise we are not a bunch of lushes (recent blog posts notwithstanding) but we did happen to buy a house with a wet bar in the basement. And Chris does like to mix himself an occasional cocktail when he gets home from work at night (I know…I’m supposed to have it waiting for him along with his newspaper, pipe and a few pleasant, non-stressful conversation topics. Add it to the list.) But about six weeks ago, I started feeling the need to see stuff grow. I bought an indoor planting tray, about 20 different kinds of seeds and a giant bag of dirt. And since it was still too cold outside to actually plant them out there, I invaded the Wet Bar Fortress of Solitude and converted it into a potting station. After I potted everything, I crammed stuff onto every windowsill and available space (above four feet high — I learned that the hard way when Caleb dumped an entire tray of seedlings on the carpet) near a natural light source. When it’s nice out, I’ve been spending about ten minutes moving everything outside because the plants like it out there. When it snows, I run out in my bathrobe with my bare feet shoved into Chris’s shoes to move it all back inside.
So this weekend, I shall move all my vegetables and flowers outside, hopefully for the last time. But if they all die, I’m never going to hear the end of it.