Greetings Earthlings, I come in peace. I seek more of these fantastically ugly, yet miraculously comfortable garden shoes which are elegantly stamped with the letters C-R-O-C.
I really need to stop writing so eeeearrly in the mornings, but guess what, lovers? You are all so smart! Yesterday we raised the (struggling, gasping for breath, on their death beds, & writing their last wills and testaments) seedlings up on random boxes and blocks of wood, and LO! They did perk up! And waxed more green and alive looking!
You can’t really tell, but they are raising their little chlorophylled hands and singing weak hallelujahs in your general direction(s).
To celebrate their tentative return from the dead, E. built some potato boxes, and then we both hung pea and bean trellis.
After that super fun party, I stopped to pet the dogs. Lucy’s asking me nicely to please not post her photo on my website because she is well aware that she could stand to lose a little weight, and for heaven’s sake, don’t you know the camera adds ten pounds?
Azzo is asking me if he can snif my bum when I’m done scratching his belly. I said no, but he did it anyway. I guess it serves me right for posting Lucy’s love handles even though she asked me not to.
Next, we ate overcooked chicken, rubbed sun soother lotion onto our necks and took silly, sunburnt photos in the bathroom mirror. Oh, wait. That last bit was just me.
I am going to WIN the farmer tan competition this year, so help me.
No, seriously, help me.
Adios, amigos! (Miss K. is loving her “Spanishes,” and Mr B. is enjoying his Dora. Can you tell? Peligro! Peligro! BACKPACK!)