I looked out my window and what did I see,
a little boy standing not three foot three.
Lookin' like a fool with his pants on the ground...
still not claiming to know this child, but I do know for a fact this was his first attempt at "dropping" his pants; and it was a failed attempt at that; being the kind person I am, I gave him some new play clothes and sent him on his way
Kickin' up the dirt,
and stompin' out the plants...
I thought of yelling,
"Stop doing that or your daddy's
my husband's gonna get you!"
But it was too funny.
The kickin' method just wasn't working for him
so he went on the hunt for some "destruction" tools.
Say my name, dirt!...Raaaeeee-gennnnn!"
and I went out to survey the damage.
Thankfully, little was done.
Thankfully, little was done.
This is our third year to attempt a garden...
our second for a real in-the-ground-traditional garden.
Grandpa, you would be proud!! :)
So far everything is staying green and alive, but we haven't hit summertime yet. ;)