On Saturday someone asked me what we were doing (a question that gets asked a lot around here, as if things are so unpredictable that you just wouldn't know if suddenly we were all going bungee jumping or something), and I said (and hopefully this resonates with you Pinkie and the Brain fans), "Same thing we do every day, Pinkie -- plan a wedding!"
And this coming Thursday on {pretty, happy, funny, real} I will share a little wedding planning, just because well, yes, it's what we are doing. {Please join us for {phfr}!}
For now, though, let's just relax.
Sunday before Mass:
Pippo got dressed and then was feeling spunky with the pillow:
We had an early dinner and I grilled.
The Chief was highly motivated to clean our sadly feeble gas grill (as in actually clean the burners), because he just couldn't bear the thought of me going out to find another one (this one was free and that's how I like my grills, but you realize the downside: the hauling of questionable grills home and the subsequent hauling of confirmedly dead grills to the recycling center which may or may not accept them, resulting in a grill graveyard at your own house).
It was then so amazingly functional that I nearly burned the deck down while incinerating our burgers.
Note to self: re-calibrate your internal grill settings.
And then we headed to Rota Spring, the local dairy where the ice cream is yummy and the cows are cute and everyone is hanging out, because, let's face it, there aren't many hangouts in these parts. This is a good one, though, and Pippo got to visit with the cows and goats and generally "get his ya-yas out" -- something toddlers just have to do of a Sunday evening. And yes, we ran into several friends!
In other regular news, The Garden.
This should be a separate post, but I only have this one in me, so -- want to see the garden?
I can't believe I've even been gardening. Just a little. I will say that raised beds make it possible for someone like me (who thinks that everything is just a huge chore, when, really, if you just go out there for an hour or so you can get a lot done) to get some stuff planted. In my defense, the weeds here are bionic. And there are the chickens, who are like the anti-gardeners of life, rendering your future lettuce-free and iffy as concerns broccoli. Someone should fence them in. Maybe after the you-know-what.
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| Tomatoes waiting to be tied to their stakes, peas, onions, and lambs' quarters beyond. |
Here we have the plants that didn't make it out of the cold frame this spring. I hope they will just do fine, because this is where they are staying:
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| Zucchini, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Yikes. |
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| Beans; and eggplant (a bit stressed out) and peppers beyond. |
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| Potatoes! I am wicked excited about the fact that these came up, because I didn't have much faith that they would. I mean, yes, they are potatoes, and even the least talented farmer can grow them, but it was wet and cold and I stuck them in there. Yay for potatoes! |
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| You can't really see much, but in this bed are the two butternut squash the chickens spared. I didn't think there were any, so I am pleased. |
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| Remember when we severely pruned these pear trees (and the one off screen on the right)? I am hoping that the crop will be nice this year. So far, so good! And, in happy news, the bluebirds have returned to their house! Phil made it extra special cat proof, so hopefully the babies will do fine. Otherwise, I will feel very, very guilty, luring bluebirds to what is basically the cat's hunting grounds. |
