Blank Slate Blues

Empty backyard. Empty guest bedroom. Hello? Anybody home?

If I glare lasers at the four boxes sitting in the corner of the small, square room, will they disappear?
I’ve lived here for five months and haven’t even bothered storing them properly. Why, Amy? Why?

It’ll officially be spring in a couple of weeks, but it feels like spring NOW. My first spring in my new house! It’s a time to celebrate!

I need a new wreath – or maybe I’ll just redecorate the fall one? I need to plant flowers! And my backyard is as bare as if no one ever lived here before me! The real estate agent had explained that the hedge died in a rare, deep freeze. When I’d been offered the option of new shrubs of the sellers’ choice or to deduct it from the price of the house, I’d chosen the latter. Had that been a mistake?

No! It’s my house, my blank slate. Do something, Amy! Add your personality and country girl know-how!

Except that I’ve never planted much of anything and have no idea what will grow out there.

What to do first? Backyard? Guest room? One or more of my family members will eventually stay overnight. But they’ll probably expect at least patio furniture as well as a bed. Maybe even a grill.

​Aaagh!