I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but that's what it was!!
Sarge and i made an agreement when we bought this house that i have final say on things inside and he has final say on things outside. I am usually pretty happy with this, because i get to get rid of alot of crap i don't want laying around the house. But not this time. He was making a flower bed smaller, and building it up to hide a very stubborn stump. I came out with the kids and almost started crying when i saw a bunch of perennials lying on the sidewalk with their bulbs slashed in half by the shovel. I don't know why the flowers affected me so much. Having a husband in the army, Ive heard about and seen more pictures of death than most people. Why would I care so much about flowers?
I thought about trying to save them, but reality took over. The shock of the cold, with the slashed state of the bulbs wouldn't give them a chance.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, i think this post is mostly about being a woman and not feeling like i need to hide being sad about something like flowers because it would be to "girly". Not so long ago, I would have stuffed my feelings about this and pretended they didn't exist, thanks to a father who ridiculed anything that made me look like a
female.
Here i am, posting proof that i am feminine and not ashamed of it anymore, for all the world to see!!!
I'm not one of those wackos who thinks plants have a soul and deserve rights like people (if you are and your reading this, sorry. but your nuts).
Luna
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