Prairie Home Companions

Really? Do I only post on Mondays now?

I've been busy digging holes.

Adding grasses, echinacea, butterfly milkweed and sages, subtracting Queen Annes lace that over took the baby love rose and almost killed it. 

Taking out dead hypericums and hydrangeas that didn't survive that last winter.

Turning my garden into a prairie.

Next I'll be making my own dresses out of calico.

But I'm so happy with the new look of the back berm, I'm moving slowly from bed to bed. Dividing iris, giving away  some of the invasive but beloved pale pink lily of the valley to my new garden conscious neighbor, changing it up.

Hopefully plantings that will require less water in the future.

Though I just did the math and thought, am I actually going to be digging up these grasses in three years and dividing them?

Highly doubtful but we can dream.

Dream someone else will do it.

The amazing part of all this is that I can do the digging.

I just "graduated" from shoulder surgery today.  6 months out. Passed all my tests, paid my 20.00 co pay and left the office with tears in my eyes. It's over.

I asked the Doctor if I could salsa dance now.

"Could you salsa before you tore your rotator cuff" he asked.

"Yes I could", I said.

" Then dance away", he said.

Maybe I'll go clogging instead, seems to fit my new prairie lifestyle better....

Special thanks to my friend Gwen who shot me a text to tell me I had misspelled prairie in the blog title.

#tooexcitedtoproofread