Daddy’s out of town on business.
This is Day 4.
Abby’s face pretty much says it all.
With it being Spring Break for Rylie, I knew we were going to need some time-busters for our l o n g week a l o n e.
So, project #1 was flowers. Buy some flowers. Plant some flowers. Dig in the dirt and be messy, use the big red wagon… a grand ol’ time for everyone involved. We planted 2 lovely front porch planters and then put all the leftovers in a planter for the back.
Gus Man just doesn’t know when to quit, though. I found the kid outside, elmo socks but no shoes, yelling TWO! TWO! TWO! See his right hand? That’s how he signs TWO! The sign is accompanied by a very cute voice… I need to see if I can get that on video soon. Anyway. TWO!
TWO! plants left in the back planter. TWO! Out of, oh, fifteen. The not-so-lucky ones were strewn from 3 inches away to about 100 feet away. Insanity. All I did was empty the dishwasher. He somehow managed to accomplish this in about 10 minutes.
My gardener will not be receiving his full commission for this project. It should be enough that I saved his life by hiding him from Rylie, who was absolutely BEDSIDE HERSELF OH MY LANTA when she saw her beauty destroyed. Reconfigured. Altered. Whichever way your gate swings, the Destroyer had destroyed AND felled some trees in the process. Who knew it was possible to grow into a name so quickly?
All but one flower is accounted for and back in their little holes in the big planter. Somewhere out there (beneath the pale moonlight) is a lone pansy crying and it’s all Gideon’s fault.
Curt comes home late tonight. God bless America. My body physically hurts from this week.
Project #2: rocks and paint