After I went on a field trip with Nate's class and Abbie spent the morning gardening with Alan's mom, Abbie was extremely eager to plant flowers in our front yard. Now if you know me, you know that I have the blackest of black thumbs. Heck, it's not just my thumbs--My entire hand would appear necrotic from across the street. But Abbie was very enthusiastic so I thought we'd give it a go.
We started by weeding up the steps. I paid the kids a quarter for each bucket that they filled with weeds. Look at the difference between the two sides! They did an amazing job!
See the dent? That's from my head. That's the bottom of our bay window on the front of our house. Abbie and I were planting those lovely yellow begonias that we had purchased at the farmer's market when the curse of my black thumb reared its ugly head. I stood up a little too early, under the window, and bashed the back of my head on the bottom of the window. I don't really remember what happened but all of a sudden I was sitting on our front porch step and the back of my head hurt like the dickens. Abbie said I didn't fall over, I just stumbled backwards and sat down. So I never lost consciousness, I just have some amnesia. Nice. And a nasty headache for several days. And some very beautiful flowers.
That is quite the dent. I am so sorry that you hit your head. I hope you are feeling better now. Beautiful flowers, by the way.
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