So…I bought fall asters instead of mums.
Don’t shoot me, mum-loving readers. 😂
I love mums. I really do. They come in all kinds of colors, they make your curb appeal look all nice and fall-ish, and they look adorable with pumpkins and gourds.
Except…I have no pumpkins.
And no gourds.
And no covered porch.
So, there’s that.
Anyway, I read somewhere that fall asters are better for attracting pollinators, and since I already have native asters growing in the garden, I figured, What’s the harm in adding a few more?
Then I went to the garden center.
And there were pollinators all over the asters.
HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT?!
So naturally, I bought a few.
I had a vision.
I knew exactly where I was going to put them. I could already picture how darn fall-ish the garden was going to look.
I brought them home, went into the garden, and randomly placed them in their pots where I thought they looked good.
And they did look good.
So…I stopped.
🤣
It has been raining a lot lately, which means those asters have now been sitting exactly where I put them for a few weeks.
Untouched.
Still blooming.
And honestly?
They’re doing just fine.
The rain has also meant I haven’t had to go out and water the garden every afternoon, so I’m not complaining.
Adulting is hard to comprehend sometimes. LOL.
One minute you’re excited because you have pretty new plants for the garden.
The next minute you’re standing there thinking, Thank God it rained so I don’t have to water anything.
And somewhere along the way, my carefully imagined vision for where those asters were supposed to go has completely disappeared from my brain.
Gone.
Evaporated.
Apparently filed under Things Past Me Thought Present Me Would Remember.
Instead, my brain is busy with:
What shall we have for dinner?
What other fires do I need to put out at work?
Dang, I’m so tired today. My brain is fried.
You know. Life.
Life is life-ing.
Meanwhile, the asters are just sitting there waiting for me.
The main group is all together, patiently waiting in their pots to be replanted.
They are basically the most cooperative members of this entire gardening operation.
They’re like, “No rush, ma’am. We’ll just be over here blooming.”
And then there are the other two.
The two scattered asters.
🤣🤣🤣
Those two have apparently decided they don’t need to be part of the group project.
They’re just out there doing their own thing.
No meeting.
No agenda.
No regard for the master plan.
Meanwhile, Past Me had a VISION™ for all of them.
Present Me has misplaced that vision somewhere between What’s for dinner? and What fresh work fire is this?
So here we are.
No pumpkins.
No gourds.
No beautifully styled fall porch.
No strategically placed basket of blankets.
Because, again, we don’t have a covered porch, and I’m pretty sure putting blankets outside in the rain would not be the cozy fall aesthetic I’m going for.
Just asters.
Some together.
Two wandering around like they’ve gone rogue.
And me, apparently in charge of Aster Management™.
For now, they’re blooming.
The pollinators are happy.
The garden is getting rain.
I’m getting a little break from watering.
And apparently, this is my fall decorating.
🤣
You know what?
That’s okay.
Sometimes you have a vision.
Sometimes life has other plans.
Sometimes you buy the flowers and that’s as far as you get.
And sometimes the flowers are perfectly happy to wait for you to remember what the heck you were going to do with them.
Life is life-ing.
We’ll figure out the asters eventually.
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