Certainly, there was much spring clean-up to do in preparation to putting the house on the market, so out I went with my trimmers, my shovel, and my weed digging tools. Once I got started digging in the dirt, I didn't really want to stop. Suddenly, I felt so much better than I had all winter. I tell you, pulling weeds is good for the soul.
Once, the transplanting was done, I decided the beds needed some annuals. Having some flowers in pots, and adding annuals to borders as I always do would only add to the "curb appeal" of the house. Once I stepped into a nursery, it was all over. I had to load up the car with plants to bring home and plant. There is nothing more satisfying than spending a day digging in the dirt and planting annuals. I also planted some more herbs and even a few tomato plants.
We have had a flurry of activity in showing our house also. So far, there have been no offers. How could anyone not just love this place? I guess the right family for this house just haven't seen it yet. I am hopeful, but I am not getting my hopes up in this economy. This causes us to really feel like we are living in a state of being betwixt and between.
I could not spent this spring in limbo. I may be selling this place. It is up for sale, but it is still my home. I still live here. I love sitting and looking at my flowers. I haven't stopped making plans for what I want to plant where. This makes it hard to move on to a new place in many ways, but I don't know when that will happen, so while I am here, I will continue to bloom where I am planted.
|Pope John Paul II|