A record of leap day this year– with everyday milk and cereal to record an otherwise ordinary day.
My first tackling of weeds in our new house. As I pulled them up, I had to continually remind myself that weeds are otherwise perfectly acceptable plants growing in the wrong place. I even tried transplanting certain specimens in a pot and taking them inside; no go. These weeds are particular.
We don’t actually play this game; instead, he moves the pieces from one squared compartment to the other, and I make patterns on the game board. And Just’In thought we wouldn’t ever use it when Mary gave it to us.
The first time Toby went out with Daddy to “pick” dandelions, I was excited. “Ooh, bring some back for me, will you? I love dandelions!” A little boy tumbling through the door with a careful handful of these was priceless, even when they graced our table for only a whole day. I was sneezing up a storm while putting them in water; I have become allergic to them.
Sue-Sue, this one’s for you– an appreciation photo of a bag that was specifically designed to keep hearing aid repair stuff and hearing aid batteries. Much better than a browned-by-age plastic baggie. Made by Girl By Aileen in the USA. Hooray!
I’m told marigolds are easy to plant– they were my mom’s weeds as a kid. I had seedlings sprouted by a spray bottle and sheer will. Past tense. I’ve tried this with wheatgrass more than once in the past, and all I got was mold.
A sideboard. A buffet. From a crowded, dark basement of gorgeous antiques–this particular store doesn’t do its furniture the justice it deserves, but it means bargains for us. Even when I have to pester the delivery man to do the job we paid him (and he promised) to do.
We’ve been staring at swatches and are now debating between two particular shades for the dining room. Admittedly, I had fun painting the samples.
Grandpa sent a present after a visit–and for the past few weeks, it has transformed shape and shifted from room to room almost daily. I’m not complaining one bit.