Today was an awkward stressful sort of day where a lot of things went wrong.
For example the electric company contracted a tree cutting service to trim branches from around the power lines, but instead they came in my yard while we were asleep and chopped down (at the base) my five foot tall red leaf maple tree that Rosie and I planted a couple years ago when Ada was born.
They also moved my picnic table and left it against the garage, put the kids’ swings up on top of the swing set, and left my gate open so that the ducks waddled out towards the road.
Awesome. Thanks Wright Tree Service for your excellent tree service.
Then at Home Depot someone apparently hit the side door of my van with their car door hard enough to leave a door outline dent. It’s not a huge huge dent, but it’s big enough that I could see it when my van was parked across the road.
I love people.
The kids also fought all freaking day long. I’m pulling out my hairs over here!
But seeing as I don’t intend this to be a blog of not-so-awesome things all the time (I mean it’s ok sometimes, keeping it real and everything) I should probably post something more pleasant.
Tonight’s pleasantry brought to you via Instagram, taken over the past week.
Beautiful almost summer evenings.
My mom’s two year old pouty face.
My sister doing the girls’ nails on the back porch at my parents’ house.
Lion Cat, rawr. (Rintoo)
How is Rosie nearly six?
Childhood imagination: Band at 5 tomorrow. Dragon Caves. Free piece of paper to read.
Ada’s sign on the left: Scribbles and an assisted happy face.
Ada with her giant swollen infection filled tonsils, still singing her heart out into a plastic microphone.
Bonnets. Ada. Duck Face. A long series:
Delightfully awkward (and delicious) strawberry from our garden:
A giant slug with leopard print.
My Gus kitty.
Abby, always at my feet. (She has cat fur on her nose, haha!)
Rosie’s block castle that Ada didn’t knock over.
And finally, my garden this evening. In progress…planting plants and seeds, weeding, filling with compost and dirt, rearranging the stones around the boxes…
Lots of work but I would spend all day every day out there if I could.
Note the duck. I put up a fence this year. Last year the ducks foraged through my entire garden.
I’m 100% sure that ducks see in color because they knew exactly when a tomato or strawberry was perfectly ripe. They wouldn’t touch it a second before it was ready.
This year: Duck proof fence. Take that!
Let’s just hope they don’t eat those new flowers I left on the picnic table overnight. I just thought of that. Crap.
By the way, you can follow me on Instagram under Pepper44 if you want. People always ask me my screen name and I sometimes suck at replying to notes, so there you go.
Ok, reading in bed now for me. It’s almost midnight.