Remember when this used to be a gardening blog? Ok, it was never a full gardening blog, but most of what we talked about was plants. What we were planting, what we wanted to plant, when we'd plant it, how and where we planted it. We talked about our grand planting plans for the future... Then we had Zane. And now we're considering paving over the backyard so we wouldn't have to mow the Creeping Charlie every other week.
Zane is the sunshine in our lives, the source of genuine laughter every day, a person full of surprises and wonder, and the giant vortex into which all our time is sucked. Seriously, ALL our time. We're getting ready to leave the house, all we have to do is put on our coats. An hour and a half later we're sitting in the car and I'm wondering how in the heck it takes AN HOUR AND A HALF for three people to put on coats. AN HOUR AND A HALF.
We did plant stuff last year, it didn't do well under the extreme neglect we provided for it. It was Plant Thunderdome in the raised beds. Plants vs. Weeds. Two plants enter, one plant leaves- and spreads it's horrible self all over the rest of the property. (I'll give you two guesses which won, and the first doesn't count. Hint: it wasn't Mad Max.) To heighten the excitement we refused to water anything. By the end of the summer our house looked like the Adams Family had taken residence.
This year it will be different. Maybe. Possibly. We're hoping to put in irrigation to help with the watering, but, ummm, we planted a seed of a different sort. Sometime around July 4 we're having another kid.
The gardens are totally screwed.
Zane is the sunshine in our lives, the source of genuine laughter every day, a person full of surprises and wonder, and the giant vortex into which all our time is sucked. Seriously, ALL our time. We're getting ready to leave the house, all we have to do is put on our coats. An hour and a half later we're sitting in the car and I'm wondering how in the heck it takes AN HOUR AND A HALF for three people to put on coats. AN HOUR AND A HALF.
We did plant stuff last year, it didn't do well under the extreme neglect we provided for it. It was Plant Thunderdome in the raised beds. Plants vs. Weeds. Two plants enter, one plant leaves- and spreads it's horrible self all over the rest of the property. (I'll give you two guesses which won, and the first doesn't count. Hint: it wasn't Mad Max.) To heighten the excitement we refused to water anything. By the end of the summer our house looked like the Adams Family had taken residence.
This year it will be different. Maybe. Possibly. We're hoping to put in irrigation to help with the watering, but, ummm, we planted a seed of a different sort. Sometime around July 4 we're having another kid.
The gardens are totally screwed.