I'm dreaming of my own dirt. Dirt that I can dig in, plant seeds in, get dirty in. Dirt that covers my feet and gets under my fingernails and toenails. My dirt. Dark, black, rich dirt that is home to the earthworms. Oh, how I miss my own dirt. It's hard not having your own dirt to play in. I didn't think it would bother me as much as it does. I miss my weeds.....yes I said it. I MISS MY WEEDS!!! All the times I bitched and complained about my weeds, and now I have no weeds of my own. I'm sure the Dirt Queen wouldn't mind one bit for me to pull her weeds, and get dirty in her dirt, but it's not the same. I need my dirt.
I thought I was perfectly fine with not having my own dirt, until I got to Petals From the Past Saturday. BAM! It hit me....I have no garden, I have no dirt, I have no weeds, I have no where to plant any of these beautiful plants that I may potentially buy. Sigh....
I wondered aimlessly around the place, looking at everything I wanted to buy, but couldn't buy because I had no dirt. Being the Dirt Princess, this is a problem. Maybe I should change to the Dirtless Princess until I get my own dirt.
Not having my own dirt is just down right depressing. Working in someone elses dirt isn't the same.
But all I have now is someone else's dirt, numerous people's dirt. People that are kind enough to share their dirt with me for the time being.
The Dirt Queen has dirt, good dirt. Rich, black dirt.
New Dawn climbing rose
I got these irises from my Grandma's old homeplace (when I had dirt). I shared them with the Dirt Queen. I'm not sure what the name is. I'm sure some of you will know the name.
I absolutely looooove this iris!!! I am drawn to purple plants like a bee to honey. I don't care what it is, as long as it purple...I love it.
Oakleaf Hydrangea is getting ready to bloom. All of the hydrangeas have buds on them that are getting bigger by the minute.
Back to my own Dirtless Princess pity party....
I am planning on having a rose garden when I get my own dirt. I bought this rose at Petals From the Past on Saturday. It is called Playboy. It is various shades of apricots, and is quite the stunner if you ask me. I think he is going to look good in my dirt. For now he is going in a big pot. I don't want him to get comfortable in the Dirt Queen's dirt, and then not like his new home in my dirt.
I didn't take any pictures at Petals From the Past on Saturday. I was too busy relishing in my own dirtless pity. One day soon though, I will have my own dirt again. Oh the joy of scrubbing that dirt off my feet, out from under my nails. Being extra careful not to cut an earthworm in half with my trowel while digging in my dirt.
I was turkey hunting the other day near a cow pasture, and the faint smell of cow manure actually delighted my senses (yes I admitted it). I thought of big bags of Black Kow to put on my dirt.
Relish in your dirt. Enjoy your weeds.
Have a DIRTy day!
Love the Dirtless Princess