Killer frost

This little muffin found his long-lost glasses under my dresser. I remember finding them on the floor, picking them up, and putting them somewhere safe. Somewhere safe must have been my dresser, which of course got buried with STUFF* and knocked down the back. We have not been able to locate them forever. My poor, squinty-eyed babe.

*What is all that stuff that accumulates? I swear it spawns and makes even more stuff. Right now I can see two lotion bottles, deodorant, lip balm, a phone, olive oil for my face, a pile of receipts, three or four books, and a box of cold medicine. It will be cleaned off in the morning, so help me.

Anyway, hooray! Just in time for us to go get him a checkup and get his prescription updated.

He helped us in the garden last night as we madly prepared for our killer frost warning (22 – 33 degrees! Welcome to June, ladies and gentlemen!). Everything planted outside of the greenhouse is fairly cold tolerant, but not low TWENTIES cold tolerant, geez. So we piled on heaps of hay and straw we picked up at a farm yesterday morning.

Along with all of that itchy loveliness, we also came home with a trailer full of well composted horse manure and chicken manure (our ladies are dainty about pooping or something, they just don’t make much… or we’ve got them in too large an area to collect it all in a reasonable manner). I spent all day (along with my husband and the two older boys) shoveling it into a tractor, then into the trailer, then out of the trailer and into wheelbarrows, and raking it all over my greenhouse floor. More on that later. I’ve got to go out and see how all the plants fared during the night.

Have a really lovely (and hopefully warmer) Thursday!