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They May Not Live

My flowers that is. Well. My children too, but mainly my flowers. I have shared (here) with you all before about my love of a pretty yard and how I wish I had such a yard. Reality being that I kill everything and can't even grow weeds. I'm hoping this year is the year it will happen. Papa Brad helped me kick start my flower beds this year. He got everything in good shape, planted some new shrubs and cleaned up the front. All I had to do was pick out some colorful flowers and plant in the flower beds and fill my pots up. I can handle that. Sunday Mr. Mayer and I went and loaded up on flowers and a few items for my little vegetable garden in the back. I spent the majority of the day planting my new treasures and marveling at how pretty everything looked. *Sigh* The Dudes were fascinated in what I was doing. I would plant a flower and Owen would pull it up. All. Day. Long. I mean really. If these flowers survive my kids it's going to be a miracle. Then they have to live through me which is nearly impossible. I killed mint last year. Who can kill mint?! So, my flowers are beautiful and everything looks so pretty~today. I didn't want to let the Dudes outside to play this afternoon because I knew what would happen to my flowers. But, I let them out anyway. Then Owen went up to his favorite pot and proceeded to pull up the flowers before I could run over to him. Grrr.....I scolded him and replanted it. He didn't mess with it the rest of the day. Maybe. Just maybe there might be a glimmer of hope. I don't want to get ahead of myself though.

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