This is our back yard. Yes, it's a lot like what you'd expect the Clampett's to have pre-Beverly Hills. Now you know why I applied for a Back Yard Makeover on HGTV (the verdict is still out on whether or not we've been chosen).
So, today my kids came inside to tell me about all the grass they'd pulled up. "Grass?", I said, knowing we don't have any grass. They beckoned me to follow, so I did. What I discovered was a pile of hundreds upon hundreds of flower bulbs. Bulbs that would've soon bloomed into little blue flowers to provide me with the only beauty our back yard might ever behold. I fell apart. I bawled. Out loud. I'm talking heaving, can't catch your breath bawl. Somehow these bulbs (maybe hyacinth?) had managed to survive 40 years of renters using their precious earth as a parking lot, and in one fell swoop these "onions" were destroyed by the Pregont Children one sunny afternoon.
I remember my own mother's face when I showed her my art on the driveway that I created with her marigold blooms. I was so proud of myself for being so resourceful. And I remember when the fellas from church unknowly mowed down her shrubs in our backyard. Hell hath no fury like a woman whose shrubs have been mowed down.
And so now I lament over the loss of my own precious blooms, the name of which I don't even know. Let's all bow our heads for a moment of silence, please.