'Only boys who wear their wellies have a chance wit' me'.

My Tuesday started out in the best of good intentions. I had been convicted as only true southern women can be, by my March copy of Southern Living the week before. I was down and determined to have a better garden than last year. A garden worthy to grace the very Southern Living covers I idolize. So, Monday came with me, shovel in hand, cleaning out all the pots and re-planting what could be saved or that I wanted to be saved. Some harsh decisions were made, and lets just say when it comes to my Southern Living garden there is no room for second guessing your self. "Will the plant bloom or will it remain that ugly dried up brown eye sore  mocking me and my dreams of a beautiful flawless garden?" The mocking must end and only the fittest will survive.

Tuesday came all in spring sun. I made my way to our local CO-OP. I perused the shelves of the outdoor greenhouse with an acute and critical eye. Finally contented with my decisions, I went inside. I was very proud of myself and my will to only get what I needed. Then I saw them...garden wellies. My heart was all a flutter. Ever since seeing Keira Knightley in a pair at Glastonbury Festival a few years back, my love affair for the sturdy water-resistant boots began. I started to reach out to a pair, and then I caught myself or should I say my mother's voice inside my head began to annoyingly nag against the idea of an impulse buy. No, I can not. I still have to go to Lowe's and Terra Cotta. Besides they will be here in a week or two. A week or two or three or a month. With a steady resolve I carried my flowers to the check out line. I handed my card to be swiped and the clerk, quite aware of what she was doing, uttered this fatal sentence, " I saw you looking at our garden wellies, and I just wanted to let you know that they along with our other garden accessories are 20% off."

Neutral can be FUN?

My Monday Fav's

Anthropologie Luv

                                                                   

                                           

The Fall of Man = Early Spring Blooms

Afternoon is right around the corner on this cold Monday. I just got through taking Churchill {my american bulldog- yes irony abounds} for a walk around our street, and spring is not waiting any longer. Over the past couple of weeks, countless Japanese magnolias have pre-maturely began to bloom due to our Nova Scotia summer like weather. Of course my Presbyterian mother, as we drive by one of the early bloomers, in good ol' southern dismay fashion has to point out the connection between the fall of man from the Bible with the  Japanese magnolia tree and why it is blooming so early. The conversation then turns to Garden of Eden, George W. Bush, drums and guitars in church, The War of Northern Aggression, back again to the Fall of Man, and then ending with ordering Chinese for dinner.


 I, on the other hand, am content to enjoy the sinful beauty with out bringing theology into the equation.

{A great idea for the old sinful Japanese magnolia blooms}

A little something I like to call honey with a pinch of salt...

{Which party dress to wear?}

2011 saw the hand of 25 slowly turn to 26 and besides a sub par Auburn football season and a pretty unforgettable hot summer night at a Florence + The Machine / U2 concert in Nashville, not much resolution got resolved. 2012, however, was more determined to kick some good old sense into me. So, I decided to gather all my pride and begin my little floral design business called Beez and Blossoms. No, I do not have a store front or a book coming out in the Fall, but I do have one amazing and attainable DREAM and some pretty great friends and family who support and love me. Yeah, maybe it will never amount to anything except for a framed business card to show to my future children one day, but      

I am not going to allow this dream to slip by while I casually walk through life. So let's get some bubbly in our Dixie cups and raise a toast at this thing called LIFE and having the courage to live it to the fullest.