Here’s the story.
Around 9:45 P.M. on Sunday night I had the sudden impulse to plant sunflowers seeds. (We are a couple weeks past when we usually do it!)

Ben easily convinced me that it was late and we should just do that the next evening. No argument from me. It WAS rather late to be starting this task and we COULD just do it next evening. That made the most sense.
So I commenced with my normal, very relaxing bedtime routine. Just as I finished brushing my teeth, the lavendar lotion and spray, Ben says to me,
“Do you want to plant sunflowers?”
I reply,
“Tonight?!” (as though I hadn’t just asked him 45 or so minutes ago😂)
“Yeah.”
“Sure, why not!”
So now it’s around 10:30 P.M. and I’m getting myself ready to go outside to do gardening!
And we did! We pulled weeds, Ben lugged five gallon buckets of new soil to the bed. I spread it out, we tossed seeds, pushed them in, got most well covered, and Ben fixed the chicken wire around the sunflower bed.

That was that. We finished past 11 P.M. and there you go.😅
If that’s the kind of relaxed gardening you like to see then you’re in the right place.
May you be inspired to just go for it! Plant the seed! Do it too early, on time, or late…but do it!!
Around this time last year Ben and I were unexpectedly seeing the Northern Lights in Idaho. I was 13 weeks pregnant and feeling so sick. I kept going back to bed and Ben kept getting me out of bed to go see the sky! (It was worth it And I managed to *not* throw up.)
But this year I was no longer sick, that 13 week precious baby growing into a strong and happy 5-month old with the bluest eyes, and Ben and I under a cloudy California night sky impulsively planting our annual sunflowers.
There’s a poem in there somewhere.
Certainly a love story.❤

(We celebrate a decade of marriage on the 23rd!! But I’m all over the place now.)
Go put those flower seeds in the ground! Get that flower from the grocery store! Chance a rose in your front yard. Why ever not?
WHY EVER NOT?!
read more:
Nine Years of Love, Life, and the Northern Lights
Ketchup – a poem for a decade of marriage
Little Life of Mine – the luxury of a quiet existence
❤






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