They're HERE.

My little green babies have arrived! 30-odd plants from Spring Hill were waiting for me when I got home tonight. It's supposed to be fairly civilized tomorrow, weather-wise (which just means the high is supposed to be 66º, not 96º). I've laid out the beds for the blue-flowering plants, and the foxglove and pink campanula are going along the streetside edge of the front yard. Two of the three butterfly beesh are going in the bed along the sidewalk, and the third in the bed running alongside the driveway. The astilbe, lamium, toad lilies and lilies-of-the-valley are all going in the wayback, around the various old trees back there. I've double checked my list of plants that can survive around a nasty, cranky old American black walnut, and all of those plants should do well. The bastard's killed a number of potential new neighbors, though, so we'll see.

Tomorrow, after I've gotten myself all muddy-pawed and sweaty planting things, I shall take a break and sit out on the front step assembling one-third of my new plant stand. The other two pieces are back-ordered until the end of the month, but I should be able to get most of my houseplants outside and get the basil started in the long flowerbox. Then I shall come inside and treat myself to a bath with Something Wicked and a Black Pearl. Then I shall get online, read smut, whine to my friends about how sore I am, then nap. On Sunday, I will do much the same, but with the addition of laundry.

It's a wonder my friends don't just shoot me out of sheer jealousy over my glam lifestyle!