|There's a garden in there. Somewhere.|
Though we got our garden in on time this year, it hasn't flourished like we hoped. After an unseasonably cool spring, the garden fell victim to the roof. By victim, I mean I didn't weed or water or barely look it for about a month while I mentally recovered from the long, hard labor of roofing.
|Thanks for all your help, Henry!|
One thing I loathe is untidiness. Ironic with so many children and a fixer-upper house and a farm with loads of filthy animals, I know. So, while Jack was away on a work trip, I decided to tackle the beast (we know how to party). We got a weed whacker, I drug the wheelbarrow over and we got to work.
|Enjoying your nap, Hercules?|
|Look at that big gal!|
I'd be able to finally hunt down all those missing eggs that the chickens had misplaced.
Surely, we'd be able to find enough veggies to make at least one salad.
We discovered what exactly was too far gone...No, those aren't pie pumpkins. They're cucumbers.
|Kate insisted we go inside. She was sweaty. Me, too. Me, too...|
For now, I'm considering taming the wilderness the success.