You know how exciting it is when those first few teeth pop through your precious baby’s tender gums? You knew it was coming, you saw all the signs. Then suddenly one morning, there’s a tiny white speck. Eureka!
That’s how excited I feel when my newly planted vegetables take root and grow twice their size in under a week.
It brings me such happiness to go in the backyard and see new life growing.
Okra – never grown okra before, but it’s darling:
Sweet Georgia Onions. Can’t wait to sauté them:
Surprise sprout of potatoes, left over from last year. I decided to leave it:
Japanese eggplant, my favorite:
Sweet basil for a summer of pesto:
Never-grown-before artichoke. No idea what this will look like:
The pets are loving the warm sun as much as I am and always join me outside. Look at our gorgeous boy! Major is three years old and far more chilled out than he was a year ago. Thank goodness.
Salem – God bless – looks completely stoned. But hey – he’s alive.
Jeremy and I took a moment to mourn this beautiful white moth. RIP pretty thing.
Though there’s a cold snap this week with temperatures in the 50s and 60s, summer is indeed on its way. Three more days of school and then I’m off the hook for a while. Amen, and amen.
One of them was happy to take a photo this morning and wish you a happy weekend. The other pretended not to hear me. Forgive his rudeness. He doesn’t care about you or your weekend or what you think about his lack of caring. You can move along now.
I actually missed this little menace while I was out of town, if you can believe that nonsense.
He lives a hard life, so I’m happy to accommodate his sleeping preferences.
Happy Weekend to you, reader! May it be filled with all sorts of immodest napping.
This mischief happened earlier in the week. I considered it a challenge of authority:But then this happened shortly after, and then I was reminded of who’s really in charge:In other news, I saw something on Pinterest that I had to try. Actually, there are dozens of things on Pinterest that I’d like to try, but this seemed doable. Instead of tossing my romaine lettuce cores in the garbage, I stuck them in water and placed the glasses on the window sill. I was surprised to discover that the lettuce leaves actually grew back.
They aren’t spectacularly long lettuce leaves, and it’s taken a while for them to grow, but nonetheless it worked.
And finally, I got word today that the insurance claim to cover Jeremy’s hearing aid was denied. This is a very expensive denial, so I will be putting on my boxing gloves and going into the ring to fight it.
Salem is the only one with power in this house. He is the boss of us, particularly of Major, and now that the dog has started howling and baying, Salem is having none of it.
It all begins with this adorable face:
And then he starts this nonsense:
Salem is usually napping comfortably until he is disturbed:
And then he’s just pissed:The boys continue to have fun with their houseguest, though my little Jack is often excluded. I remember what it feels like (Becky) to be unwelcome in my older sister’s bedroom (Becky) when she had friends over to visit. I adored my sister (Becky) and she mostly liked me, until she had a sleepover, and then I was no longer worthy to be included (Becky). I’m not pointing fingers or anything (Becky) but rather acknowledging the natural order of things when you’re the youngest child. I clearly harbor no resentment.
Storms are coming tomorrow so the kiddos will be outside for as long as possible tonight. Then I will shove them in their beds by 9 p.m. because it will take them another couple of hours at least to stop chatting long enough to fall asleep.
Yes, I know I should be talking about my boys here, but hang on. We’ll get back to the humans next week.
In two weeks time, Salem has conditioned Major not to cross his path. The cat will perch on whatever piece of furniture he can in order to look down upon the rambunctious eight-week-old puppy. He watches the dog with keen, steady eyes and when Major finally notices that he’s been watched, he’ll stop, stare back for a few seconds and then back up slowly. Essentially, when Major locks eyes with Salem, he backs away to give Sir his space.
When they’re outside, it looks like this:
There have been a few occasions when the pair have been within a few inches from each other and all was well. Salem is always aware, Major not so much, and I’m eyeballing the whole thing to make sure the 16-pound panther doesn’t skin the eight-pound puppy with one fell swoop.
So far, so good. And then, this morning happened on my lap:
Yay for progress! Happy Weekend!
I don’t know this dog’s name, but he lives across the street and makes regular rounds of salutations to neighbors. He’s super friendly, and when we’re outside I encourage the boys to pet and love on him in hopes of filling their empty Dog Tank. It works well.
The only one who disapproves is you-know-who.
The weather is absolutely lovely this morning, but it looks like rain is coming, so we’re off to the mountains for a quick romp around the river rocks beforehand. Grab your galoshes, boys!