Tuesday, May 14, 2024

I Think Those Are Mine

The weather is warming up,
and I'm ready to ditch my jeans for capris,
but I haven't been able to find them anywhere this week.
I searched everywhere they could possibly be, with no luck.


Then, when Todd arrived home from school today,
I noticed that his pants looked a little . . . baggy.
The last time our family separated the laundry,
someone must have assumed my denim capris were Todd's jeans.
I guess they are about the right length for him.


Hey, Todd--your mom wants her pants back!

Sunday, May 12, 2024

Nurturing Small Things

There's a cynical Mother's Day joke
that says moms only get one holiday each year,
and they have to work that day too.


Actually, Mother's Day has been pretty good the last few years.
My family cooks dinner so I don't have to,
and the men at church serve brunch to all of the women
while we listen to a nice message during Sunday school.
I also came home today with some chocolate . . . 


. . . and a golden sage plant . . .


. . . which I planted next to some rosemary
that looks a little worse for the wear after this past winter.
This year, I'll try cutting it back at the end of autumn
to help it weather the cold months better.
Because that's what moms do--
we nurture things that need love, and try to learn from our mistakes.


OK, kids.  Now play nice with the irises!


One last little heartwarming Mother's Day gift
was this cute painted rock Anna gave to me.
(I don't know who the artist was; Anna just said they wanted their rock 
to go to someone who would enjoy it.)
I think I'll put it beside the oregano near our kitchen window,
so I can see it every time I look out at my little bucket garden.
Thanks, Anna!

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Bouncing with Friends

Our family agreed that today was a nice day . . .


. . . to head to the temple . . .


. . . for a little picnic on the lawn.
While we were there, we bumped into our friends Frank and Autumn . . .


. . . who decided to come over and help us set up our trampoline.
The air is still a little chilly, but we're pretty sure that snowy weather is done for a while,
so it's time to get bouncing again!


Once the trampoline was all set up,
our friends helped us test it to make sure everything was in working order . . .


. . . then we pulled out our bows and targets to practice archery together.


Ah, the delights of spring!

Friday, May 10, 2024

Raspberry Snake

Daddy and I met up for an appointment at one of the kids' schools today . . .


. . . and as I walked back to the parking lot, I had the thought:
"His ride is cooler, but my ride is warmer."
Nine months out of the year in Massachusetts,
warmer wins in my book.


In other news, our cute little dwarf irises are blooming right now . . .


. . . and I spotted a gartersnake on my way to the berry patch today. 


I encouraged it to smile for my camera . . .


. . . but it just blew me a raspberry and slithered away.

Thursday, May 9, 2024

A Noble with a Rose

What has Joy been up to lately?
I'm glad you asked.
In the past couple weeks, she has . . .


. . . dressed as a very colorful noble for the Latin Club's Roman banquet . . .


. . . looked epic while searching for diamonds in Minecraft
next to her big, flickering candles . . .


. . . performed with her high school choir (she's on the left, wearing a black button-up shirt) . . .


. . . and been inducted into her school's chapter of the National Honor Society,
whose goal is to promote scholarship, leadership, and service.
The new inductees were each given a rose,
and encouraged to present it to someone who has helped them succeed.


Joy decided to give the rose to herself,
since she did all of the work to qualify for NHS.
Can't argue with that logic.

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

Too Much Mulch

We need a bunch of mulch around our yard this spring,
and I recently heard that our local light department will deliver it for free
after they grind up fallen trees around town.


I arranged for them to deliver some a few weeks ago,
and when they asked how much I wanted and where they should put it, 
I said, "Put the whole load right there on the lawn,"
because I didn't want to block our driveway.

As they drove away, I realized I had two big problems:
1) I was now the owner of a lot more mulch than I expected.
2) The grass under that mulch mountain was going to die
before I used all of those wood chips up,
because I still needed to weed and plant things around the yard
before the mulch could be applied.


For the next few weekends,
our family outdoor chore time involved moving
load after load after load of wood chips . . .


. . . onto the driveway (you know--the one I didn't want to block).
 

. . . it was really tiring work
(even if you are wearing fabulous pants).
Sometimes, after the kids finished their chores,
I would pay them to come back and help me move yet more mulch.


This past weekend, I FINALLY moved the last few buckets of mulch onto the driveway.
That patch of lawn looks pretty sad . . .


. . . and Daddy can barely pull his car out of the garage
without hitting the mulch ridge . . .


. . . but the boys like climbing around on it, so there's that.

As the saying goes,
"Good judgment comes from experience,
and experience comes from bad judgement." 

Monday, May 6, 2024

Planting Rosie

My mom planted roses in our front yard when I was a teenager.
They were pretty, but high maintenance.
She had to spray them with a bunch of products to prevent rust, thrips, etc.
I determined never to plant roses, because I don't baby plants.
I already have four kids and six birds to keep alive,
so I figure anything growing in our yard has to fend for itself.


Well, never say never.
Last year, I noticed a hardy red rose in several people's yards,
and I decided to plant one and see how it fared.
I also bought a couple lavender plants to keep it company
(and hopefully deter deer with their strong aroma).


I drew up a simple plan of where I wanted my new little friends to go . . .


. . . and then I made a ridiculously complex plan
for moving some existing plants and amending the soil.
(I only stuck to about half of the plan.  'Cuz that's how I roll.)


A few days ago, I marched out to my future rose bed
and set to work yanking out grass and weeds.


It took me over an hour to even get this far.
Why does weeding take so long?
Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
Anyway, I kept at it all through the weekend . . .


. . . and finally got Rosie and her new friends planted this morning.
Wish them luck!