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My bulbs are starting to bloom. I’ve got daffodils, tulips, grape hyacinth and crocus opening. So does my yard look like the Breck’s catalog that suckered me into buying them?  Hell no! The pathetic bed by my garage is just that. Pathetic. The crocus that are blooming are hanging on for dear life. I’m sure those poor little things have been crushed plenty of times by an air ball that my son shot. And he shoots basketballs very well. And just yesterday, my youngest decided to smash them with his basketball. My oldest took great pleasure in ratting his brother out. When I asked my youngest why he did it, he said that it was because the sun was too big and too bright and that he was having a bad day. Mind you, that flower bed doesn’t get any sun that time of the day and it was kind of cloudy, but he started getting misty-eyed so I forgave him.
 Now when I first planted my bulbs, I had visions of people walking down my street and stopping in front of my house to "oooohhhh" and "aaahhh" at all the pretty flowers. So far I haven’t seen that happening. What they are probably thinking as they walk by is, "Man, these people really need to trim that red tip" or "That house would really look nice with some black shutters" (on my to do list), or quite possibly, "Those damn kids left their basketball out again!" But then they see the yard of weeds two doors down and probably think, "Hey! That other house that needs to trim the bush, put up some shutters, and pick up their basketballs had some really pretty flowers blooming in the front!". I knew the yard of weeds was good for something.
 I told my husband that we really need to plant another tree in the front, possibly a crepe myrtle. His reasoning for why we didn’t was that it would be a pain in the ass to mow around it. Yeah, it’s really a hassle to mow around it 5 times a year. And just like he doesn’t notice all the plants I come home with, I’m not to sure he’s notice my pretty blooms. I asked him if saw the flowers in the front and he asked where. In my next life, I’m going to marry someone like Neil Sperry.
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