Making a Little Mark

It's a day of unimaginable spring beauty AND it's my day off. Could a girl ask for more? I could ask for a little more, as it happens. And here's where, if you listen carefully, you can hear my siblings start to shout warnings.

Step away from the home improvement project. It only seems small.

I ignore them. I went to the garden store and bought some baskets of flowers. How much trouble can this cause, for heaven's sake? But I want these flowers -at least some of them- to hang. The baskets come with hooks, but the eaves of the house don't come with hooks. No matter. The nice young man at Menard's will tell me how to do this. The answer seems to involve a drill and a screw and a prongy thing. This could go very badly indeed, but he assures me I can handle it.

I know my limitations, so I also stop by the liquor store. If I can't get the flowers to hang, I can at least drown my sorrows. Or, I suppose, I could offer whomever I con into helping me a fortifying glass of Pinot Grigio.

The morning's haul:


But it turns out that, by climbing on a dining room chair and balancing on the porch rail (thank heavens for yoga and balancing postures), I can drill a hole and hang one of my plants. Here's what we have so far.



I honestly thought I'd bought enough plants, but it's not quite the look of abundance that I wanted. It's a nice start, though. And the congratulatory glass of Pinot is all for me.



Now I'm off on my bicycle. Laundry can wait.