I'm sad it's over. It was glorious. Sunday has a whole different feel when you don't work the next day.
Saturday Will took Tori and Alyssa fishing. Alyssa insisted on using the biggest pole they have.
Tori was fishing in a tiara using a Hannah Montana pole.
Tori caught a fish! Thumbs up to that.
I tried fancying up our teeny little patio for the Summertime. It was mildly successful. I still have some work to do. I put some solar lights in the plants to seem more actual garden-esque.
Oh and that's an app making my pictures seem super dramatic and neat.
Here's the hibiscus my parent's got me!
This is an orchid I got at Lowe's last year. Well, it's a part of it that was growing off the flower stem. I repotted it and I'm attempting to not kill it. I kill plants sometimes and I hate that. I feel so guilty buying plants because I know I could kill them. They have a chance to go home with some nice, caring family where they would thrive...or they could come to my apartment and probably die. I am not giving plants the lives they would dream of as seeds and I can't stand that.
So, repotting this orchid was a big decision for me. I asked Scott for advice. He told me I could not try and it would die for sure or I could try and maybe it would die or maybe it would live. Okay, I'm trying to make it live. I'll keep you posted against your will. Wish me luck.
And on Sunday I made a bundt cake because deep down I'm 80 years old. That's why I'm a Grandma.