It’s a Rainy Day-Garden Prep

Today was the day for planting my garden. But, mother nature has been in a bad mood-crying all over the place. It has rained for the last three days-with tiny spurts of dryness in between monsoons.

So instead of donning mud boots yesterday, the best friend and I had a day trip planned for Arkansas. But, I’ll tell you more about that soon.

In the meantime, I know that my two DIY Rain Barrels are filling to capacity.

And my empty DIY Composter is getting a good cleansing.

But, I am ready to attack my garden with shovels, seeds and stakes. So mother nature-you’d better dry those tears up soon. No one likes a cry baby.

Little Bunny Foo-Foo, Almost became a Boo-Boo

This is the cutest thing I’ve witnessed hopping around my backyard. But, this cute little thing almost wasn’t.

I was in the middle of mowing the lawn, when Little Bunny Foo-Foo shot out from his highly populated rabbit hole and made a bee line for my back porch.

Nesting in the dirt-just below the surface of the grass-was an entire bunny family.

I assumed they all lived in trees with cute front doors, like Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh. But underneath the grass clippings, gathered items were at least six tiny bunnies. My heart melted on the spot. Seriously. Like wax.

Little Bunny Foo-Foo hunkered down on my back porch, far away from the safety of his nest, his momma, and his bunny siblings.

(Just look at that cute little bunny butt.)

I told Little Foo-Foo that I would go mow the front lawn-leaving the backyard free from scary noises for awhile-if he promised to go back to his nest.

I think he has human trust issues.

I covered his little nest with a chunk of wood to protect it from more mowings, birds or naughty kitty cats.

But, I propped up a corner, leaving a way for the goings and the comings of the furry group. I didn’t want to touch any of them and infect them with my stinky human scent or try to move their nest and hurt them.

When I returned to the backyard, Little Bunny Foo-Foo was nowhere to be found. I believe he’s back in his nest, telling a slightly exaggerated story to his bunny siblings of his adventure with the giant woman and a back porch full of scary leaves and bugs.

At least I hope so. Long live Little Bunny Foo-Foo!

Gardening-What a Load of Poop!

“Why do I do the things I don’t want to do and don’t do the things I want to do?”-Apostle Paul, after unloading 1600 pounds of manure by himself to fertilize the Garden of Gethsemane, 60 A.D..

I could have waited for Bicep’s help-waited for his biceps. But that man works so hard already, I thought I would save him this little bit of trouble.

Which turned out not being a “little bit of trouble”.
The sweet old van was loaded down with the 1600 pounds of poop-and I tried backing up our drive per usual (“for quick get-aways”, according to Biceps).

The trailer hitch scraped at the steep concrete, screaming at me to stop. My neighbors flocked outdoors, mouths agape, wondering what that weirdo girl was up to again.

So, I quit my dog and pony show and parked on the street instead.

This was my means of transportation for every last pound of poop.

This incline on my driveway was my arch nemesis to the caravan of crap.

This was my support team throughout the ordeal.

These were the remaining bags as I neared halfway through the poop cartel.

This is my political statement towards how our government is being run today-“A disbursement of a lot of crap!”.

This was my view as I dropped the last bag, covered in a lot of sweat and a bit of poop, wishing for a hot shower and a cold beverage. My mood was in the pooper, my muscles felt like crap and I wondered if all of this composting business was just a pile of manure.

My neighbor called from across the fence and shouted, “What a load of sh**!”. Which of course made me laugh and made the entire ordeal humorous and worth sharing with you all.

The Difference Between Man and Wife and Laundry

Awhile back, I noted a difference between Man and Wife in my own household when painting our windows. Biceps was surprisingly not himself when it came time to grab the paintbrush. But, I won’t reiterate what I’ve already stated-you can read about our window difference, if you are looking for something to do.
This Sunday morning, I would like to show the difference between Man and Wife and Laundry.
Here’s a pile of my laundry from one load.

Three pairs of socks and a workout shirt. To be fair, I have several unmentionables hanging to dry and a pair of running shorts.

And this is a pile of Bicep’s clothes from the same load. How does one man go through so many things in a matter of a couple of days?
Yeah, he’s fighting fires, working out and just generally being a sweaty guy. But, come on.

Six t-shirts…

…six pairs of socks and four unmentionables.

Thank goodness I am making my own Cheap Laundry Soap or the household budget might be busted with this guy around.

But, since he’s such a hard working man, it’s worth the extra soap to keep this sweaty guy clean.