If you know me, you know I love, love, LOVE my flower gardens, despite the fact that they bring in lots of pollinators – the very things I am allergic to the most. I don’t care. I love them, too.

Well, maybe not the murder hornets but seriously, I’ve said many times if I die from a wasp or bee sting out there surrounded by my tulips or daisies or irises or lilies?

I’m totally okay with that!

Well, I mean, I don’t want to go out that way, I’d love to not die any time soon, but the reality is many of us with mastocytosis do die from things that other people just pop a Benedryl for and I suppose there are worse ways to exit planet earth, right?

I told my family just to put in my obituary that I died doing what I love most and spread my ashes in the wild flowers up in my beloved Tetons. 😥

This time of year is hardest because it’s starting to get warm out there now and the tulips and irises are juuust starting to emerge, but it will be a few weeks before they are blooming.

I just don’t have the patience to wait on that!

Since I am so impatient (I love those, too, btw) I fill my house with fake flowers to try and fill the void the best I can. They are pretty much everywhere. I can’t help it, though. I am flower obsessed.

My seedlings are coming alive, which helps, but again, they take sooo loooong.

I ordered a wisteria to put out by the chicken coop and it arrived a few days ago, but it’s just a baby and has to be kept inside for a month or so before I can transplant it safely.

It does have some baby blooms on it, though!

My husband caught me talking to it this morning and thinks I may need therapy now but what does he know? He talks to his car! 😄