All About Sunday
No. It wasn't a day of rest. At least not round these parts. We did go to my parents to pick up the newly removed hydrangea. I had to laugh because when we got there, my mother was on a cleaning frenzy on the porch and had my father pulling chairs out so she could Spring clean behind them.
When we got home from my parent's we picked a spot for the hydrangea, Gar dug a biggo hole and we planted that puppy.
"No Gar, a little bit this way please," said I. Well, simply because it's a woman's prerogative to do that when DH is moving furniture or getting a large tree situated in a hole for final planting.
Then, just to bug him a little more.....camera in the face. Couldn't resist expecially since he couldn't let go of the hydrangea yet to make me get away with the camera.
It took awhile to get it planted between the picking the spot, the digging, the situating......
....the covering of the roots, the standing back and admiring that the hydrangea looks good to go. Like it's always been there.
While we were in yard mode, we continued and started to clean out the flower garden that surrounds the pool patio. We figured we'd do that instead of taking the trail walk we had planned on. It came down to one of the other.
We also did a wash and hung that out to dry- it was a perfect drying day with the breeze/wind.
When we were done we prepped dinner. Pork roast with garlic ramps and beautiful sliced yellow beets.
I only mention all of this to point out that I proved my own theory about Sunday Rest Day.
Sunday Rest Day is illusive.
I did find 10 minutes to sit in the adirondack and just enjoy the golden sun. Glorious. Then it turned into this. It was a long, slow sunset and we thoroughly enjoyed the the day was long and full.
Hope your day is off to a fantastic start (or end depending on where you are).