While the guys were pouring concrete, the rest of us planted the garden. We haven’t had one for a couple of years. The kids were filled with fond memories from past years as they helped. All I can say is “Many hands make the work light.” is very true. I didn’t expect to get the whole thing planted, but we did.
Deb planted looooots of flowers, radishes, peas and beans. Liz planted sunflowers, lettuce, cilantro, dill, gourds, potatoes and onions. I planted tomatoes, artichokes, carrots, and beets. Sam planted corn and watermelon. Mark planted potatoes, onions and four types of cucumbers.
Lizzy has wanted to harvest grouse, rabbits, moles or even a deer for the last two years. She wants to share her dad’s hobby really bad. It finally happened. In the process of keeping the dogs off the wet concrete, we took them on several trips down to the creek and they ferreted out a opossum.
Sam got the .22 all set up for her, and then she shot it. (20 times *) Her hunter safety skills were very visible. (Safety Tim’s daughter all the way)
* that may seem excessive, but she wanted to make sure it was dead before reaching her hand down into the little cave it had hidden in. She got a bad case of adrenaline shakes.
Here is her proud (redneck) pose.
Dad and Tim worked hard to form and pour our patio this last week. It has been so nice to have the sunshine to go with the projects. David and Russell came on pour day to help and even Ben got his boots muddy.
We had such a great time celebrating Deb’s thirteenth. She wanted to be home surrounded by friends and family. The weather was amazing.
We had water balloon toss that turned into a water balloon and mud fight. They washed off in the creek (after soaking Sam with the hose). Hot dogs and Smores were the menu. The girls had a bubble blowing contest too. The family came, wished her well and blessed her with all kinds of gifts. And then Aunt Kathy pulled out a quilt, hand stitched by my great grandma, and gave it to Deb. Deb has enough experience with sewing to be humbled and impressed by the stitch work. I love my family!
Nate’s kids came down and I MADE them pose for cousin pictures.
40 years old, no way. Perfect weather, perfect food, and perfect company.