He, our youngest son Barney, was laying on the kitchen floor, in the way, with a plastic chicken (of the barnyard type) singing. Boc-boc-booooc-boc-boc-boc-boc-boc…boc-boc-boooooc-boc-boc-boc-boc. (I know…this is the sorriest game of name that tune you’ve ever played. Please, bear with me.) The tune sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger [...]
(Thanks to BlogHer PicApp for this picture of how my son might look at the end of the week.) Back me up on this…there’s a few hills you don’t want to die on. Right? As parents of these two yeah-whos we find ourselves a few days before a battle and are trying to plan our stratagy accordingly. The foe? [...]
HELLo dear ones. Notice where the emphasis is on that first word would ya? That is from whence I’m writing, garden hell. An alternate title for this post could be… Bipolar gardening (but then my ding-dang-dong-damn-it evil twin, SINthia, would have to write it–God forbid). She hasn’t been around since she tried shooting that [...]
Continue reading about Gardening Realities: The plan vs real life
Ben and I are celebrating our 15 year anniversary today. Kind of. In reality? I need to finish planting our garden, put clean clothes away and whoop a clean on this dirty farm house. After school the kids will have homework and maybe ball practice. Ben has to work late, then has a bluegrass gig. Our plans for [...]
