5.14 Days of Old

I remember the day we planted flowers in the yard. 

Armed with shovels and watering cans, the flowers lay surrendered on the patio. Digging holes in the chunky dirt, we picked flowers to plant. Sticking stems into the ground, we pushed fistfuls of dirt around it, seeing if it would stand up. The first ones stayed standing so of course we were going to try again. Digging and planting was a new adventure, and we did it with vengeance.

When my mom came to get me, she must have wondered who let us plant cut flowers in your front lawn.