Bitty G is in this stage where she rats on herself.
Stairs. Crayons.
Did you take crayons to the stairs?
Yes.
Why, thank you for telling me. Now let me find my Magic Eraser…
So if I do that to myself what would it be?
Garden shop. Impulse purchase.
Flower flats. No room.
Laundry. Top Chef marathon.
Alas, one impulse buy is finally paying off. Years ago, at least 6 by my calculations, I bought one bee balm plant. I put it into the ground but it never bloomed. Some visiting friends asked “what is that” to which I said “it’s bee balm” to which they said “oh that stuff is super invasive” to which I promptly pulled it out of the ground and stuck it in a pot.
This year was the *first* year it has bloomed for us, and it was a stunner.
It’s been one of my favorite things to photograph this season.
Keep in mind it’s been in that same first pot all this time… Until now.
Now it has been re-potted into a much larger pot with some lovely new dirt {read: expensive dirt}. It was horribly root-bound, so I sliced and diced at the sides before I re-potted, and I’m hoping for the best. It was also so much taller than I had ever imagined, so I placed the pot in a corner in what will {hopefully} become a focal point of the yard. Once all of the perennials actually take hold, that is. {This gardening patience concept is WEARING ME DOWN, people.}
The hummingbirds have loved it, and the bitties have too.
Three cheers for the impulse purchase.
