Yesterday, I owned up to one of my issues.
My need for symmetry and balance.
My slightly (ever so) obsessive need to
maintain that symmetry...
Fortunately, my mom and my Danny-boy talked me down
from the need for four more potted peonies and another
Danny-boy did it his normal way of eating
the silk plants and knocking them over.
He even stopped a minute, and although I didn't catch it,
swear to God, he chewed on Mary's head as he went by her!
My mother gave me a stern look when I told her about the peonies
and we both agreed I should find other places for them to sit
and do so quickly
So I did.
Daisy where only one is needed.
The last two peonies placed symmetrically.
I'm going to ignore that the chicken is on its own.
Swear. Really. I'm not going to order another one.