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I do not possess a green thumb.  A painted green thumb, maybe.  Anything that requires tender loving care will surely commit suicide on my watch.

In my home, houseplants are a joke.  I used to have one hearty houseplant named Oscar that was brought with me from across state lines.  And then one day my mother thought he needed a trimming and he officially bit the dust.

With kids around, life is more about making sure they are fed and watered than any plants.  And some days that is hard enough.  Plus I worry that my babies may eat something poisonous.  Perhaps we’ll have houseplants again when I’m in my 70s.

Meanwhile, the same concept goes for my potted plants outside.  Last summer everything died.  Of course, even my hostas that were planted in the rich Iowa soil died.  Everything was bone dry.

But this year I was bound and determined to have something living and beautiful on my front porch.  So off I went to my local greenhouse, Holland Hill Blooms, to showcase to the owner my knowledge of killing green living things.

I brought out my gigantic planters to the greenhouse.  The owner will pot the planters for you!  It’s the ultimate in laziness.  We went around together and tried to choose plants that would not only survive hot and windy conditions but also…me.  We also talked about things like color schemes and my likes and dislikes and chose the plants we wanted to put in the planters.

Then comes step two.  I have this small rock bed that runs along side our front walk.  I’m not sure why there were never any plants growing in it but I thought it would be the perfect place for a flower bed.  Not only is this area exposed to the hot dry wind, but it also encounters countless soccer balls and occasional trampling from little feet.  Whatever I was going to plant there needed to be HARDY.

All of these things taken into account, plus the size of the rock bed, my flowers were chosen.  What’d we pick?  We picked daisies.

I was kind of worried about how long the stems were.  Would they hold up under such extreme conditions?  Here’s the answer-


Flower Bed

Flower Bed


They have really done well!  I’m surprised but pleased.  I should probably be dead-heading all of this stuff, but who has time for that?

And here are my potted plants-


Potted Plants

Potted Plants


I have two of these beauties.  And they are doing remarkably well, inspite of me.  What can I say?  This month we have been gone A LOT.

So next spring you want to plant some flowers, and you’re like me and have to paint on your green thumb, if you get a chance, visit Holland Hill Blooms!

I can’t even describe the technical difficulties I have overcome lately to post on this blog.  I don’t think you’ll believe me!

Not only was I having trouble with uploading photos and editing them on this blog, but I’m trying to renew my driver’s license online.  Um, completely not helpful or working.  I downloaded the app.  It went crazy.  I went online.  It wouldn’t recognize my new address.  Beyond ridiculous.

And then my family went on a quick trip to Des Moines this week so we stayed in a hotel. And the internet kept going down on me!  I think they have some sort of timer on it.

I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN MY FRUSTRATION.  It was almost comical.

But I powered through it.  And instead of posting in the morning, things had to wait.  And I might actually just visit the DMV instead of screwing around anymore with this online nonsense. Technology some days!!!!

I will get my post out to you later!  When I have overcome my loss of patience!

I have a problem.  You too may suffer from the same disease I suffer from, decorating clutter.

I love collectible things.  But there comes a time when I look in a magazine and say, “where’s all the clutter?”  True, there isn’t papers and toys and someone’s shoes left in the photo like there would be at home.  But the difference in clutter I’m talking about is the “stuff.”  There’s Grandma’s dishes and that Willow Tree figurine your mom gave you on your anniversary and flowers and all of your treasured “finds.”  And suddenly you realize that it has become Grandma’s house.  A lifetime of stuff jammed in so that you can’t appreciate even one of the treasured items.

Such is the disease I suffer from and am constantly taking my medication for- uncluttering.

My hutch sits in the living room mainly because at the current time there is no other place it’ll fit.  So I turned it into a bookcase and it houses all my clutter.

Here’s a picture of what it looked like the last time you saw it-


Hutch Turned Bookcase

Hutch Turned Bookcase


It was all dressed up for the winter.

This baby gets changed a LOT.  But I’m purposely trying my best to eliminate clutter and give each item some space to breath and to be appreciated.  But still have a seamless and cooherant look.

Here is what it looks like now-


Bookcase Close Up

Bookcase Close Up



Seashell.

Seashell.



Books and Basket.

Books and Basket.


It’s refreshing isn’t it?  The only bad part, this is only one set of shelves that have had a dose of medication.  And just when I think I’m done, the process starts all over again with the next season!

Do you too suffer from the clutter disease?

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