Let’s start with tan.

I got this picture by a lake about 3 Augusts ago. It was the day I decided to take the day off without telling anyone where I was going. Of course, I ended up getting into an accident.

I still don’t know who to blame for that. I was talking to my dietitian counselor about the accident, about how I was angry and upset prior to the accident because my mom kept calling me. I should’ve just ignored the call. I swear, each time she opens her mouth, especially these days, it aggravates me.

Anyway, I chose this photo because I saw Terri’s photo of a mess of tree trunks on the ground. 😄

2018 was the only time I’ve ever grown dahlia. I planted dahlia that year because I was unemployed and almost went insane being stuck at home doing nothing other than job searching online. I needed something to do, something that would cheer me up, and make me forget about all the emotional trauma my mom had unleashed on me night after night for making her work long hours while I do nothing at home.

I wasn’t a gardener yet. I still considered my thumbs to be pretty black. Still, what can go wrong with sticking a flower bulb in the soil and burying it?

Nothing!

The thing was I didn’t know I was supposed to dig up the bulbs in the winter and store them in a warm place. I lost all the bulbs that winter. Maybe I should try again next year.

For SundayStills