Thursday, February 23, 2006

Farmer Mistress... Plowing the back Forty (no NOT an ASS) ... lol

Ok… finn is gone and Luke is home for winter break and I was bored ( settle down finn, this fit of boredom did NOT generate anything painful for you), so I grabbed Luke headed out to Home Depot. And today I was a farmer… and since I KNOW that some of you would doubt the validity of this information… I am proving it with these pictures. This little box is full of lavender, shasta daisies, tomatoes, herbs etc etc.


I’m getting ready for spring. This has been such a mild winter that I have decided that it’s time to get ready to get the yard full of flowers, herbs and vegetables. Last year, Luke and I planted carrots from this little tiny seed strip and We babied them and watered and weeded. After all that work all summer, we never pulled them. I liked them in the ground so much I just left them. I don’t really like carrots that much anyway.. lol. Everything we planted did so well last year that I have decided that we are going the full monty this year.

It’s amusing to Me that Luke just goes along with whatever I suggest. He seems content to just go along with whatever direction I say the water flows. He and I love to putter around outside. I find watering the plants calming and almost a form of meditation. I think Luke and Jimmy might be coming to an end and having a garden will be helpful to him I think.

There was another time when asked if I had a hobby I went out hunting for one and came up with scrap booking which sent My family and friends into gales of laughter. I bought all the stuff and gathered pictures and Charles even bought Me a lil picturemate printer. The idea died one Saturday as I prepared to work on it and looked out across a table strewn with paper and stickers and scissors and scraped it all off into a bag and crammed it up into the top of My closet and went straight-away to climb in the bubble bath and drink a glass of wine. I decided that was a MUCH better past-time than clipping and glueing.

To this day, if Charles and I pass anything remotely resembling scrapbooking supplies he says something smart-assed like, “oh look Baby, do you need more scrapbook supplies for that bag up in your closet?” That is what I get for marrying an arrogant smart mouthed Dominant Brazilian that I cant beat up…. lol