My company for the weekend just left, Katie's sacked out on the brick floor by my feet, Nolan's taking a nap, and the boys are playing with a cardboard box in the garage. Thousands of dollars worth of toys and what do they play with? A cardboard box. A rock, a hoop and a stick is all they need. Boys.
Anyway. Mom & Tom gave us a housewarming gift of PLANTS! WOO HOO! I planted two big pots with all kinds of fun plants for the front porch, two pots of geraniums on the back porch, and started an herb garden in the backyard. I got my hands dirty. I hoed. I used a shovel. I actually perspired. I might even have a sunburn on my nose.
I was not cut out for manual labor.
As I was pulling the huge rocks and chunks of concrete from the herb garden, earth streaked on my face and cute little sundress splattered with mud, cursing the construction people that obviously didn't pick up after themselves, I had quite the Scarlett O'Hara moment... "As God as my witness I will never weed a flower bed again!"
Or something like that.
It was a little more melodramatic when you were right in the midst of it.
Katie on the front porch with the new pots. She looks thrilled, doesn't she?
My sad little herb garden. Mom the gardener says it'll get better, and the landscape guy still has to put some shrubberies (hee!) in. That picture is like two solid hours of work and is the reason that my arms are sore. (/whine)
Aren't the geraniums pretty, professor? 10 points if you know the play (movie?) that comes from.
Anyhow, my pretty, pretty geraniums.
Mom, Tom and the boys before church last night, wherein Aaron sang in the children's choir, and then promptly fell asleep on my shoulder.
Oh. I've been meaning to say. I have an extra copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. (Yes, I'm aware that it makes me a HUGE dork.) I'll mail it to the first person who leaves their address. Or emails their address to firstname.lastname@example.org. :D Ooops! Snagged by Nicole!