My Garden Helper
/Can I just say how much I love that guy? He exhausts me and fills me up all at the same time. How is that possible? I'm finding that Ian doesn't chat much (growls and yells a lot). He doesn't have as many "needy emotional moments" like the girls do. Instead, I see him as one who redirects his energy into exploration. At this stage, he doesn't care a whole lot about toys. He'd much rather play with the vacuum, or the broom, or the hose. I never did any child-proofing with my girls. None. This time around we have more than one gate, locks on every cupboard, locks on toilets, and nary an unsupervised moment. You just can't turn your back on this boy. It's good. It's really, really good. He's a smart little dude. But sheesh, being so vigilant all the time can wear me out.
I'm embarassed to show much more of my garden. I'm fighting a half-hearted, and losing battle with the weeds (between and around the boxes). Things inside the boxes are finally starting to grow as the days have really warmed up.
My irrigation system still has not been installed (it was supposed to be my Mother's Day gift) so I'm doing my best to water every day- with a smile on my face. I also captured some squash bugs on my zucchinni already. Ugh. Those things reak havoc. I did some research and now have a crazy experiment in place to get rid of them. Basically, I captured some of them, blened them (yes in the blender, I was gagging), mixed their pureed bits with 2 gallons of water, and dumped the water back over the plants. I don't know why this is supposed to work...but hopefully will. I'll report back.
I'm off and running. I'll be back soon with thoughts on summer schedules and chores. Ooooh now doesn't that sound exciting?