I missed American Idol

because I went to see John Fogerty in concert. I win.

It actually turned sunny today (finally!!) so if the weather holds I will try to get some stuff planted tomorrow after work. And, ugh, weed my flower bed. Sad story about that flower bed. See, I have worked on it for five years, this will be my sixth planting. And over those five years, I babied that thing, I nurtured it, fed it compost, expanded it, fed it some more compost and hugs and kisses and unicorns and rainbows.

Then last spring I went completely off my rocker and planted a wildflower assortment from seed. Oh, I suppose it looked okay, but here's the problem: I couldn't tell what was a weed and what was a flower, so I essentially didn't weed it all summer. I pulled absolutely everything out in the fall, but the damage was done. This spring, my previously lovely bed is rampant with green life that I did NOT plant. Quite frankly, that one stupid decision has put me back to square one, I undid all the good I had achieved. Never, never again.

This year, I will again be planting my annuals from seed (soon, I hope!) but only three varieties and in rows so that I can tell what belongs in the garden and what needs to be yanked.