My mom bought me this adorable twisty-limbed angel solar light for the only remaining patch of my garden in my yard. “Well if Shawn’s gonna pave over that part too, you can just stab it into a pot,” she said while making at least five shockingly aggressive stabbing motions at the air.
Of course I needed clearer directions, “How do I put it in the pot?”
“Like this,” and then she stabbed at the air like you would if you were about to harpoon a large fish in the water or if you were simply just a harpoon murderer. She got into it which was really disturbing but stopped after she realized we were laughing.
“Oh you smart ass!”
My garden this year is very small and it makes me kind of miserable. It lines only one side of the garage and it holds only my most cherished flowers in my yard. We are in desperate need of a new driveway because it’s cracking and leaning into the foundation so we are tearing it all up. With that, comes a new patio that runs right over my garden. Last fall, I gave away bulbs and uprooted plants that I’ve watered since I’ve lived here.
Sitting here on this side of the garage and looking at the one piece of land I have left. I used to have such a gorgeous garden. I really did. Even when my child learned how to walk and discovered just how magnificent it felt to have dirt between his fingers and to fling it in the hair. In between my daisies and black eyed susans there were battlegrounds for G.I Joes, Legos, and it was the best spot for dinky car off roading. What could I do? His happiness to me in those moments meant more than those flowers – half of them I couldn’t even name. I can always replant them, I told myself.
I can still replant a garden. I know.
What I don’t know is when this driveway is coming. Our basement started to leak and I tracked mold up to our bedroom. Then my husband ended up ripping out an entire wall and now we are looking at ripping out our bedroom wall…OH. MY. MONEY.
Perhaps I could have kept my garden one more year longer.
1, 2, 3, BREATHE KIMBERLY….
But at least I have this angel to stab into my garden.
I can angry stab it here and angry stab it there and angry stab it anywhere. *Motions like my mom did*
I do like it. It’s bright and lasts till morning. Shawn says, “Great, now Vicki (our neighbour) is going to have to one up you. She will have to buy an army of these and throw them in random places in the yard. I’ll have to sleep with sunglasses on.”
The funny thing is, Vicki will.
This woman has so many solar lights that I’m afraid that one night a plane will accidentally mistaken it for a runway and land in her backyard.
When I win the lottery, I’ll challenge Vicki to a solar light off – see who can deck the yard with the most lights.
But first, I’d buy a new basement wall and driveway and garden.
While this patch of garden will take a little while to bloom, my grass is kicking out great hits like these:
And these pesky purple petaled things:
All collected with love from the little monster who did this, along with my tiny nephew, to my garden last year (mind you, all plants were removed from this area already):