A Little Bit of Happy....

This was, I must say, a mighty fine day. Didn't start OUT mighty fine, Dim was nothing but trouble. He's going to learn a few things during my lesson tomorrow, I will tell you that for certain. Stupid Rat Creature, he was.

But after that was a mighty fine day. My Gardens have been making me sad, largely because it looked like I was growing a Bed Of Weeds Of Doom, and I have been needing HELP. Which presented itself in the form of three lovely Gothy Girls who came over to visit.

Not sure that was their PLAN exactly, but I think we all had fun.

That's Finn (From Ireland and OctoCon where I am going this fall, Gabriel, and Alice)


My block is made up of some sort of Super Power Garden Masters. Every house on it has more garden than many, well, GARDENS. I've been feeling lately like the house where no one cares, and indeed, when we got all the weeds out of this bed, THERE WAS NOTHING IN IT. (Except strawberries.)

It's been one of the things that has been a little bit of sad every time I come home, like when you leave your house in a mess, and think you really should clean it up. And instead of that peace and contented feeling, it's a little more stress and Not Right. Same thing. I don't have that Garden Gene tho that might get me out to DO something about it, or the time, really.


These are the new Copper Top Post things I got some weeks ago. They made me a little bit happy, walking in. As did the purple petunia things in the hanging baskets. (If you water them, they will not die horrible deaths, I am learning these things)

But not the gardeny bits. Just sort of sad.


Now I am feeling little bits of happy. I wish I had taken BEFORE shots. It's hard to tell in these pics just how much work got done. (Even with Lola over for a visit) Or to see how very sweet they are now. Finn spoke about Foxgloves, which I love and haven't seen for years, and darned if there weren't a bunch on sale for half price where we went to get more Cedar Bits. Magic of Ireland, I say.

I wish I could tell them how much them coming and helping me meant. Or how happy I am, that they were here today. And how this little bit of happy is going to follow me when I leave, and be there every time I come home now. How now I feel like doing MORE and believe it is possible, and not a huge daunting task that I will never be able to accomplish.

Pretty darn cool to have made three new friends. The best gifts sometimes come out of no where, and come from time and sweat, just, well, because I asked them if they would help me.

(Thank you! Not something I will forget.)

The Gardens still need more, and they will get it. But now I have a bit of happy, and it is no longer the Garden Where No One Cares.


I couldn't find a pen to sign cd's for them, but I did find Bee Sealing Wax. Where the heck did I get Bee Sealing Wax from? Seriously! I had no idea, but there it was in my cupboard. Like some sort of "well, you have no pens here, but hey, have some Bee Sealing Wax" moment.


If this is the sort of Magic that follows one around Ireland, and Irish people, I am SO going to love this fall. I am beginning to understand all the Irish songs I have been playing for years, where they start out "As I walked out on a summer morning, in the morning early..." and go on to describe the most incredible adventures.

I used to think they made them up.

Not anymore.

It is well to remember that anything can happen. At any moment.

Love and Gardens,
Lorraine