What would Jane Austen Grow?

I can freely admit in this space that I have no biological children. It isn’t from lack of desire, but from lack of ability. What I do have is 2 beautiful step-daughters, who I wholeheartedly love, and 2 black dogs that depend on me. I have a mom who has been able to have any flower or gift that she ever desired and a mother-in-law who is unable to have any gifts with a scent.
So, it’s approaching Mother’s Day, and as the female in the relationship I need to be thinking about gifts. My mom, who I live by, will be out of town on the day. My mother-in-law lives out of town and I have to mail to her. What am I going to do? How can I be the most thoughtful daughter and daughter-in-law? All I want to do is sleep in on Sunday! Maybe something involving chocolate.
This should be one of the big weekends in the nursery industry. It all depends on the weather. Today, Tuesday, was wildly busy simply because it was sunny. This weekend is supposed to be rainy. So I get Sunday off because it is supposed to be rainy (and therefore not busy) but who wants to work outside anyway? And that’s the reason I want to be off. Okay, sleeping in and reading the last 3 Sunday’s newspapers is high on the list. I guess I could approach my art/craft projects involving gluing glass to metal and creating garden art. I envision chaos. Do not trust me with scissors or anything sticky, fast-acting glue especially. I am the biggest mess maker and klutz you have ever seen. Ha, ha, ha! Seriously! If something needs to remain in pristine condition you want me as far away as possible from the object. Even my mental telepathy creates chaos. I am not dirty, like Pigpen, but I am very, very, very messy. There must be a virtue in there somewhere.
I figure this is my last week for planting things that must grow significantly. I have a few weeks to plant bedding plants and then a couple weeks for finishing touches. I am fast approaching the point of hating my creation. This has always seemed to happen when I am involved in a creative pursuit. I throw myself into it so much that by the time I am done I loathe it. It seems to me to be pure crap. Totally unredeemable. I am fast approaching that phase. So I will meet you next week and I’ll let you know where I’m at. It should be interesting at least.