First let me start out by virtually head-smacking myself and doing the big L sign on my forehead. I did a stupid thing. That's what this post is about.
This picture here is BASIL. I took the picture not to brag or document my lovely plant, but to email it to my husband to verify that it is basil so I could confidently add it to my first attempt at from scratch pasta sauce. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't a noxious weed I was adding my lovely dinner. His co-workers got a giggle or two out of the overheard conversation. Hmph.nd
So, basil went into sauce and all was well.
Fast forward to today when the lovely Sarah and her clan visited and I was giving them the tour of the garden. My nervous habit of doing something while talking kicked in and I started pulling weeds that were among the plants as I pointed out the plants.
Guess what I did. Yup. I pulled up the basil. By accident. Gah. Oh and the spinach, the lettuce, and I left the weeds.
So I hung it up to dry thinking that I would get to it later. Yeah. No.
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Basil
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gardening
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Friday, 15 August 2008
Found!
A year ago I participated in a garage sale and tried to sell Lil'Bug's outgrown clothes. At that point I had no confidence that we'd get pregnant again, so I sold all the baby stuff (but for a few wishful thinking items). Not everything sold so it was labled and packed up for the next group garage sale.
Fast forward a year later: I have a 3 month old and she's growing fast. I emailed the mama who I thought stored my bins and she did not have them. Agh!
But another mama did. Yay!
So I've been sorting through Lil'Bug's baby clothes, just like I did a year ago but this time with no tears. Last time my heart was breaking thinking we'd never get pregnant again since Lil'Bug was a miracle anyway. This time I am merely regretting all the cute stuff that did sell and sorting by size and wear and season. I'm feeling a bit emotional anyway.
Fast forward a year later: I have a 3 month old and she's growing fast. I emailed the mama who I thought stored my bins and she did not have them. Agh!
But another mama did. Yay!
So I've been sorting through Lil'Bug's baby clothes, just like I did a year ago but this time with no tears. Last time my heart was breaking thinking we'd never get pregnant again since Lil'Bug was a miracle anyway. This time I am merely regretting all the cute stuff that did sell and sorting by size and wear and season. I'm feeling a bit emotional anyway.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Lil'Bug
The zoo. She loves the underwater view bubble. I love her!
She looks so mature in this picture. Like a big girl. Sigh.
Ah! There's my little ham!
She swings for hours and sings songs she makes up. I love that.
She picks me flower arrangements to make me smile. This one is evil orange day lily and lambs ear. Perfect.
She looks so mature in this picture. Like a big girl. Sigh.
Ah! There's my little ham!
She swings for hours and sings songs she makes up. I love that.
She picks me flower arrangements to make me smile. This one is evil orange day lily and lambs ear. Perfect.
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Things Lil'Bug says and does
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Iowa Fair Photos 3
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Iowa State Fair 2008
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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