A Quarter Life Tale

I turn 25 in five days. I have no grand epiphany's or regrets to report of. I bought a puppy last week, and earlier this year I got married and bought a house. It's safe to say I'm fulfilled at the moment. No crisis here! Instead, I'm having a party! A big one. And it will be booze soaked. I planned a 3 day hangover-recovery process. :)

But I digress.

 I decided to pizzazz my backyard up a little, Martha Stewart Style. Home improvement craft time!!

I have a huge space for a backyard that I eventually hope to fill with trees and a fire pit and benches, but for now, I just need something functional. I scoured Pinterest for some ideas and this is what I came up with:

So off to Lowes, went the hubby, and he purchased four, 7ft wood posts and 2 bags of quick cement. It turned out we only needed 1 bag of cement, so now I have extra. Maybe I can use it on the fire pit! I hit up my local Dollar Tree to find some inexpensive buckets for the posts. I found purple plastic buckets and decided to experiment.

The plastice buckets held the cement well and I recommend it to anyone on a budget. After the posts were settled we spray painted them gold to compliment the purple.

(And you might notice our half-mowed lawn, sorry!)

Then I bought hooks to attach to the posts for something to hang the lights off:

Then I bought string lights from Target:

But you'll have to wait until the party to see the finished project! See you there!!

Earthly Friend

     "Do people still wear hats?" Caylee queried as she got dressed for work. "Well, they would if they had this one! This hat is fabulous! I feel like Princess Kate in this hat! Oh the color is just perfect! I mean, have you ever seen a more beautiful hat? Everyone is going to love this hat!"
     Caylee exited her front door in a bound to her  green Taurus, she was late to work. No matter, she wanted it this way. She had finally pulled off a fashionista ensemble and she wanted the entire building to notice. Her usual parking spot was already taken when she got to her nine-to-five. She would have to walk across the lot uphill to get to the front doors. Caylee took a humble moment to absorb the morning sky, already blue and busy with breezy birds. One of the birds must have gotten the worm because just as it flew daintily over Caylee's head it relieved itself right onto her ritzy hat. Caylee didn't notice, she was ardently trying to make her trek to her cubicle count as a work out. As she paraded through the doors, Caylee pulled her shoulders back and lifted her head proudly. She smiled at every passer-by until she sat in front of her monitor.

     Later in the floor lounge room, Caylee overheard a familiar assistant roasting her undiscovered faux paw, "Did you see her wearing that disgusting hat? It was awful! I swear I saw bird crap on it! Can you imagine, aha? She's been carrying a hat of bird crap around all day! The embarrassment!"

The moral of the story is: DON'T WEAR HATS.

Sun View Lane

     He bought the house on Sun View Lane on a bright day. I watched him move in his green couch and boxes from the attic window. He was tall, maybe even six feet, with brown hair and green eyes. He was mesmerizing. His yard was large but plain and begged to be gardened. He must have sensed this because that weekend he brought a few young trees home. The first tree to be planted was an Eastern Redbud. It was short and squat but would prove to be majestic when the season changed and the head was decorated with the loveliest pink blossoms. The second tree to marry the Earth was a sweet pear tree. Its branches were already swollen with growing fruit. The pears seemed to liven in color when he covered the trees' roots in soil and watered it's drying branches.  The last tree was the tallest and already mighty in maturity. It was a Pecan tree, no doubt bought to give shade from the relentless sun that gave truth to the street name. It's leaves were green and healthy, waiting to serve their new home.
      That day he turned his house into a home, and his yard into a garden. Five years later, he held me beside the Pecan Tree and made me his wife.