Today... I feel... old.

And yet.... Perhaps... not soon enough for him.

Thank you for the dancing, the music, and the fun.

Children's Literature 101

Well, she's at it again, folks...

Wee Three had out the ol' nursery rhyme book, and was doing her best to read "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep" (which is one of our favourites, being knitterly, after all):

Wee Three: Baa, baa, black sheep! Have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir! Three bags full!

ONE for the master, and ONE for the dame,

(dramatic pause, accompanied by a deep scowl)

And one for the little boy WHO IS SUCH A PAIN...

I swear, people, she didn't get this from me. (Although I THINK I know the little guy she's talking about, from her Junior Kindergarten class...)

Wee Three: (in her very best choral hooligan holler)

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BAAAAAALLGAME!

Take me out with the crooooooowd!

Buy me some peanuts and AP-PLE JUICE...

See what I mean?

If she were being fed these lines by me, she would definitely have ordered a beer.

Ahem.

Enough said.

What I've been up to...

Whew.

It's June, it's the end of school, and it's GARDENING SEASON, people!

'Nuff said?

Good.

Roll tape:

While I was stuck indoors earlier this month, disemboweling the monstrous machine we jokingly call a "dish washer", several of the people I love most in the world were outside in the sunshine...

building...

me...

the brand new raised vegetable garden boxes that I have been craving and BEGGING FOR for... oh, about the past decade or so.

God Bless Sunset Magazine, and all those who write for her!

Big Fun, people.

BIG.

Oh, and also...

Fact: There is nothing in this world-- NOTHING-- so therapeutic and good for the restoration of my weary soul than BRUTALLY RIPPING OUT horrible, overgrown, and generally monstrous hedges from the neglected parts of my garden, and then taming the space into beautiful submission.

Fact: The Wise Men at our local hardware store will still NOT, under any circumstances, sell me a chain saw. Not even a small one, not for any amount of money (even though I really couldn't afford to bribe them, and they knew it).

Fiction: The telescoping pole with the big snipper on the end that they DID sell me makes a good (read: SAFER) substitute for the aforementioned coveted chain saw.

Fact: I found the axe that my husband hid on me LAST year, and then did the job anyway.

Fact: I think I strained my Everything, I need a pedicure, a long, hot bath, and probably a psychological evaluation.

Fact: Our front gardens will soon look AWESOME.

If I do say so myself.

Tuesday. Welcome to it.