The other night, the old drawer pulls of my old bureau pulled my new knitted blouse. They’ve attacked me before, but a new top is too much, so I determined to get new drawer pulls. I went down to Home Depot last night after work, and searched the 100 or so styles to fit what I already had — that is, I was too lazy to drill a new hole and figure out how to fill the others, so I brought one old pull with me to ensure a fit with the drawers as they are presently drilled.
I found a favorite. It was $27 a pop. One drawer pull $27, and I needed ten. Can you imagine?! So I settled for something plain and rounded that wouldn’t rip my clothing or me as I squeeze through the space between my bed and bureau. Now that I have ten new drawer pulls, I’ll have to take each drawer out. That should mean I get rid of some clothing pushed to the back corners, as well. Let’s hope.
|Dashiell's astilbe in bloom|
As I headed toward the cashier, my favorite flower caught my eye. Broadly, my favorite flower is a daisy of most any sort. Specifically my favorite flower is the Gerbera Daisy. Daisies are happy. Gerbera Daisies are overjoyed in vibrant colors. Why would I buy a plant at a big box hardware store? Who knows, but the salmon-colored petals called to me. So I brought that home as well. Once I got there, I discovered why I no longer bring home cut flowers.
|Milo with his flowers and water bowl|
My old Milo loved to chomp on the greens that surround a bouquet of flowers. He never ate the flowers themselves. Not so Wilbur. Not five minutes on my kitchen counter, and that plant had lost its petals to Wilbur. I didn’t catch him chomping the flower, but I caught him jumping off the counter, where he clearly knows he doesn’t belong.
Poor Gerbera. I put it in the glass-fronted cabinet for safe-keeping overnight, and planted it this morning in the garden. Where it will be safe. I do hope it grows new petals.
|The remains of the Gerbera|
That Darn Cat.
~ Molly Matera, signing off. I’ve planted, I’ve watered, now to bathe myself in the glory of a beautiful day staring at my growing garden.