Good ole dirt under the nails...

Full speed ahead to spring my friends. Or at least it better be. Our great state of states has never received snow in June, July or August (according to Chris Schaffer), praise be... I like everyone else on my street decided this was the weekend to plant our fannies off (note to self: get one of these classy yard signs). I warned my hubby the task of purchasing all these annuals can not be taken lightly. I've learned if you don't warn about the possible time commitment it doesn't take long for the toe tapping to start. He agreed to the challenge, so we loaded up the fam in the 3 and our pilgrimage began. We made it out of the greenhouse just shy of 200 George Washington's-an expectation I maybe also should have set-considering I usually operate under the "don't ask-don't tell" shopping guideline. Enough flowers for two window boxes, four big pots and one little container. My math was almost perfect. My vision will hopefully be just as great (I'll post more pictures once things really start to bloom). At any rate we were in and out in record time and no one got hurt... One minor set back... We forgot in all flower shopping spree flurry to account for the hatch back square footage required to get Miss Kato home (hence the photo above). No big whoop, we didn't make Jerrid (did you really think I would make Miss Kato?) walk home, rather I just invited the 78lb (her diet isn't working) hound to ride on my lap. She of course gleefully accepted.

According to this great tree in my front yard-spring has finally sprung!

Spring back this way tomorrow for a look behind the scenes on our monthly girls night in.