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The day started with scraping and pounding on the walls. Our painters have been working for five days doing prep. The walls look great now, and next week they get a paint job! The painter will start with the front of the house first since it will be bright white (we want the Govee lights to reflect better).
We stayed inside doing our computer things until Carlos, our trusted gardener, showed up, and then we put him to work. He did the following for us (as we are getting too old).
- Planted two climbing roses in the front yard
- Planted our new boysenberry and blueberry plants
- Fixed front sprinkler head
I then began finishing off my Birthday/Christmas present to myself; my very own bidet! Yeah! It works!
A Day of Garden Chaos (Mostly): We had a fancy lunch made from the garden—basically, we ate our future. Then we went right back out to destroy— I mean, improve—the rest of it.
The Great Hydrangea Relocation of 2026: I had hydrangeas to transplant, which is fancy-speak for “dig up these plants and move them three feet over because apparently they had an opinion about their current location.” Hydrangeas are dramatic. They’ll either thrive or stage a slow, leafy protest. No in-between.
The Rose’s Witness Protection Program: Then there was the rose that had been living in the shade like some gothic Victorian novel. “I’m too delicate for this sunlight!” it probably cried. Well, NOT ANYMORE, ROSE. Time to get a tan and deal with it.
Mary: The Flower Assassin: Mary, meanwhile, went full Edward Scissorhands on the patio flowers and roses. Snip Snip. SNIP. Dead blossoms are gone. Overgrown petals? Obliterated. She was basically a tiny, focused tornado with pruning shears.
The Grand Finale: And why, because Easter is coming, and by God, THIS garden will look SPECTACULAR… even if it’s just us three admiring it like we’re posing for a home and garden magazine shoot.
