Thursday morning the kids played in the front yard while I transplanted flowers from one flowerbed to another. A few years ago I stuffed my one available flowerbed with a laughable quantity of flowers. Now it is overgrown, needs the fence finished behind it, and the sprinkler hose buried beneath it. So, counting on the upcoming destruction of the bed, I salvaged as many plants as I could to our new park strip flowerbed. Isaiah helped me pat them in their new places. Charlotte filled her boots with rocks. For the first few hours the salvias, California poppies, dianthas, and hot pink ground covers looked beautiful. Then they wilted. Now they look dead. I'm praying they all survive, but I guess only time will tell.