Dave's Got Garden Fever...doo do doo

When Dave was a kid, his father had a huge green thumb. Their yard was an oasis of day lillies and other beautiful flowers that were actually tagged with name plates. Dave said that he would make fun of his dad, along with his cousin Chris, by singing "Dad's got garden fever...!" I guess you would have to hear the tune, but it cracks me up to think about it.

Funny how you make fun of others and then become that person. Our wildly romantic, passionate weekends are spent in the yard and garden now. Weekend dates have become, "hey, do you want to go to Lowe's with me?" I say 'no' 9/10 times. Dave does most of the gardening. I plant one flower to his thirty, and then feel proud of myself as if I have contributed. Mostly I spend the time in the garden looking for snakes. One day I found 5 of them! They were just tiny things so I left them alone. Then my mom pointed out that they will grow, and so now I move them over to the ditch at the end of our street. I bet you have snakes in your yard and garden and don't even know it! Look under the rocks, that is where I find them.


So, here is a picture of the front of our house. This is the beginning of our first flower bed. I will post some pictures after everything blooms. If everything blooms. Dave's will probably bloom because he plants them with love. Mine will probably not bloom since they know I have better things to do.