1. We’re adopting! Cats, that is. Two of them. We’ve been thinking about getting some outdoor kitties for awhile now (mostly because I like cats, and also because we hope they get the moles before the moles get the garden), and when I saw this guy in the paper last week it seemed right to start with him. He and his friend Turtle-Man will probably be renamed so we don’t confuse the dog, and because … what kind of name is Turtle-Man? The plan is to pick them up from the Animal Sanctuary this weekend if they’ve had their rabies shots and if Turtle-Man is over his cold.
2. Vacation Bible School. Ethan and Sam had a great time at VBS in June. They brought home a CD of all the catchy songs they learned. Sam was being “too cool” to show Daddy the dance/motions they learned to go with them, but it was too much for him to sit back on the couch and watch Mommy pretend to do it right.
While E and Sam were at VBS, Josh and Ellie and I hung around town and entertained ourselves.
3. Beginner gardening. This corner was a patch of weeds. I’m going to try to turn it into an herb garden. Stay tuned.
We have some blue corn growing!
But it’s a good thing The Girls think weeds are the most wonderful thing on earth, because that’s what our garden grows best:
5. I like colorful food. No, that isn’t one of “our” chickens. And no, we didn’t grow any of the veggies or berries. Our raspberries are just about to explode though, and I think we’re going to have more than we know what to do with. Any ideas on how to preserve them, other than jam?
6. Speaking of berries, we bought two big boxes of garden strawberries from our neighbor. We had so many I let the kids have a whole box to themselves. They were overjoyed, and couldn’t finish it. We made the rest into a couple of pies.
7. Jackpot. I was talking with a friend yesterday and mentioned how when one of the kids leaves a door open on the Suburban, Mingo wins a lottery of old fries and half-eaten sandwiches and stuff. It’s disgusting to think of him in there gobbling it all up, so I don’t officially condone it, but secretly, inside, I’m kind of glad I don’t have to clean up whatever he consumes. And my friend giggled and said, “Yes, well, my dog always gets very confused when guests are over and I scold him for licking the silverware that’s about to go in the dishwasher.” We share our shame.