The first two weeks of June were fan-dootelley-tastic. That’s how long I was visiting the homeland because that’s how long it took me to recover from the drive. I think it took so long because I was feeding a newborn around the clock and that was messing with my sleeping schedule. I just never felt like I had any energy at all. Anyone who has ever had a baby knows how it is. To those of you who I love dearly but didn’t go visit, I hope you will forgive me. (sara, dana, tricia, princess p and the Royal Court.) There is not much to report about my time in Utah because all I did was sit around.
Here is a picture of the storm we hit on our drive back to the middle of the USA. It was taken at 7pm. Shortly before this shot, the clouds directly ahead of us were swirling around in an ominous way. We saw a funnel cloud that didn’t touch terra firma.
I came home to this beautiful site:
These are the flowers I planted in the front yard before I left, and that bare spot in the back is what is left after Bob pulled out the ugly bush I didn’t want. He also trimmed up our juniper bushes. Have I mentioned I love him?
This was also exciting to see:
This is a portion of my vegetable garden. We have already harvested and eaten all the lettuce, the kids snack on the peas all day, the cabbage is almost ready, the beans have teeny tiny little fruits on them, the peppers are starting to flower, we have a few small tomatoes, more squash than we will be able to eat, swiss chard, corn, cucumbers, pumpkins and melons.
This, however, was the sight I most looked forward to upon my arrival:
Though not necessarily the fussy baby part. He just happened to be making a funny face that day. Or maybe he wanted to live up to the nickname his Grandpa Creed gave him: Toad.
In the past two days, Ed and I have dug up and planted this little patch in the back:
We have also dug up a flower bed all along the south side of the property. Sod is a pain in the butt. That’s right, I said butt. It will fill in, I’m sure. The flower bed, not my butt.
Is anyone still reading? If you are, I’m sorry.
After ten plus years of apartments and rentals, I guess I’m excited to have a piece of land to tend. Bob says I am becoming more and more like his mother every day. It’s probably true. I am obsessed with my yard. Oh well.
I’m also on a quest to find the perfect shade of grey to paint my front room. Anyone out there have any good ones? More blue than green is all I ask.
