Our little veggies are coming along nicely.
But there is SO MUCH to be done outside right now, it makes my head spin. Should I disassemble the front garden and fill in the new ones? Yes, this IS my front lawn at the moment. Lovely, isn't it?
Should I attack the hideous, destructive overgrowth EVERYWHERE I turn?
Nah. Let's just create some more stuff to take care of! So, I am planning a flower garden out my kitchen window around all the birdies.
And Farmer Tate has requested his OWN garden with sunflowers and veggies to use for pasta salad.
A happy reuse of some edging stones taken out of the front.
And, even though this didn't last very long, you gotta give the boy credit. He jumped right in.
Oh, and today, jumped even farther. Tate is the first one to be impulsive and self reliant. So, while I made him a lunch, he went out and planted some tomato seeds he found in the hutch drawer. See that nice little spot he managed to clear of grass? Yup, just dumped 'em all right there. His response when I tried to explain that that wasn't really the BEST way to plant his tomatoes? "But what did I do wrong? I WATERED them." Oh, bless his heart. We went ahead and cleared out the rest of the grass and I am just going to pretend that he didn't do it. We'll plant what we want and see what happens.
And, speaking of self-reliant.... I tackled this overgrown lilac/other kinds of bushes/MORE aggressive maples/newly discovered raspberry bushes corner this afternoon.
And this is what I just came in to:
Tate and Ellerie made their own sandwiches. Elle was CLINGING to the jar of jam that I was forced to pry from her smeary hands while she screamed bloody murder. I wouldn't even have the heart to show you what the jars looked like. I mostly cleaned them up, but for any of you that have aversions to the PB mixing up with the jam, it would have been too much.
I could seriously use a nap now. And a nice COLD glass of lemonade or a Pepsi, neither of which are anywhere in my house. I wonder if I could sneak 20 minutes while the kids watch Arthur. I am REALLY dreading cleaning up that kitchen.
Yeah. Definitely a catnap first.
Note to self: Do not ever SAY you are going to take a nap, because it will surely not happen.