I have a small, but beautiful back yard. I enjoy spending as much time out there as I can on sunny days. The space where I can plant things is limited, and every year I fill it up with vegetables. I never have room for flowers, because my priorities are just more food-centric. I decided that I needed some spots of color in my yard, so last weekend I went and bought some flower boxes to hang on the fence. They were black when I bought them, but yesterday, I spray painted them white so that they would match the fence. Then I filled them with all the bright flowers I bought at the store.

Now I have three little baskets of color surrounding my yard.

I’m very happy with how it turned out. You can see in the photo below that all the space along the fence is filled with vegetable plants. But now I have the flower boxes to add the color along the outside of the fence.

Now when I sit back there, surrounded by all the greenery, there are little spots of color. Pop, pop!

In Seattle, where the weather is often so icky, it is important to me to have an outdoor space that I love for those rare moments of sunshine and niceness. I’m sure that I’ve spent a disproportionate amount of time this spring of working on my yard so that I can enjoy it to actually enjoying it, but I’m hoping that summer will be here any day and all my hard work will be worth it.

And look! Soon I will be enjoying the peas that I planted. I’ve never grown peas before, so it has been pretty entertaining. They are getting so big! Being able to grow my own food has become even more important to me after finishing “Emergency” recently. It is just one of the many important things for survival. Not that my tiny garden produces enough for a meal, but it is certainly good practice in case I ever did want to have a real, large, bountiful garden.

 But, I suppose with the apple tree in the back, at least we wouldn’t starve.

Am I starting to get weird with this survivalist thing?

Let’s go with no for now.

One of the things that I’m most excited about right now is the honeysuckle plant I got for the yard. Honeysuckle smells like the South to me. It reminds me of home. My grandmother’s house used to have a gigantic bush in the back and I would spend hours sucking the honey out of each little flower.

I’m ready summer. It is time to arrive in Seattle. Come and get me!