You would think that after spending four days away from home, suffering from self-induced sleep deprivation, and having the dogs and DH miss me, that for a day or two at least I wouldn’t go anywhere.  If you thought that, you would be wrong.

     Before I left for the conference, my neighbor and I made plans to go to our favorite nursery and do some shopping for our gardens.  When did we plan to go on this expedition?  We planned it for noon on Monday.  Yeah, I never said I was the brightest light in the harbor. 

     What a fool I am.  Besides having to do a ton of writing, I now have extra gardening work to do this week.  Can you say masochist?  Truly, because I didn’t buy a few plants, I bought many plants.  I’ll be digging holes and planting for two days.

     However, I couldn’t resist buying two of the black bearded iris since the one I had died two years ago and I couldn’t find any afterwards.  Then I saw two different variegated ones and two more in colors I couldn’t resist.  Have I ever mentioned that I have a weakness for bearded iris?

     I needed flowers to plant in the cement flower boxes on the front porch.  I saw other flowers that I thought would look nice in the side garden—and those too went on the little garden wagon.

     I was there for tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants too and I found them.  Then I saw the sugar baby watermelons and cantaloupe, not to mention acorn squash and patty pans.  They were a tight fit but I got them on the wagon.  I almost went to get another wagon but G mentioned that DH might kill me and that her hubby would make me ride home on the car roof if I overloaded their Suburban.  It was close as it was.  Between us, we filled the back and had to drop down and use half of the back seat.  One more plant and I would’ve been on the roof.