

After a delightful picnic lunch, we began weeding, pulling up the ugly plants, transplanting nearly all of the tulips, and turning the soil over. After we had that done, we dumped several bags of top soil and mushroom compost on two beds and mulch on the other two. Even our dear Jessica who is deathly afraid of anything creepy-crawly came out to help...and I don't think we could have moved those hastas without her. :)







He even decided to help out and pulled the tulip bulbs in his trailer from one flower bed by the house down the hill to the other bed where Melissa was planting them.

I know this sounds really stupid, and for those of you who see me on a regular basis, go ahead and laugh again. It really is stupid and very funny. As I said above, we didn't garden very much in Houston. As a matter of fact, the only time we really went outside was to get from the house to the building. So, since the weather on Friday was absolutely and perfectly gorgeous, I donned an apron and straw hat and went out to thoroughly enjoy myself. And now for the stupid part...I didn't notice the sun blazing high in the blue sky. :) I mean, I knew it was there, because when the clouds covered it, I got rather chilled, so I really looked forward to it coming back out. But I didn't think about what sitting under direct sunlight for a few hours would do to somebody. I was wearing a glove on the hand I used to get things out of the dirt, but since we were all wearing the little girl's gloves, I didn't wear one on the hand I used to shovel. After a few hours, I went to brush some dirt off of my arm and instantaneously my arm began to burn. I inquired after sunscreen, but we came to the conclusion that we got rid of them all before we moved. By the end of the day, the top side of my arms were a beautiful strawberry color and the under side of my arms were their usual peachy shade. My left hand matched the under side of my arm, but the glove-less one decided to go with the new fad that my arms had adopted.
They didn't hurt too bad on Saturday or Sunday. Today, on the other hand, just before lunch, a combination of pain, burning and a great desire to scratch my already red (I mean strawberry colored) arms seized me. We tried Aloe Vera, lavender water, cold wash clothes, hypericum gel, and lavender essential oils. Nothing at all worked. They didn't hurt all the time, it just came and went as it pleased. My rather silly sisters tried everything to distract me when the pain hit, all to no avail. So, my dear doctor of a Mom soaked some gauze in lavender and cold water and wrapped it around my arms, you know, mummy style. :) It didn't take the pain completely away, but it did help. The overall look turned out to be rather cute...for all I know, it might be the new fashion statement! ;-)
