It was warm last week! It wasn't painful to be on recess duty at work!
Ahhhh.
Poppy got some new little claw clips for her hair as a gift, and then I had to figure out how to use them.
Not the most secure, but good enough for church.
My eldest child had been telling me, completely out of the blue, that Post Malone (he is a . . . singer? rapper? some kind of entertainer, anyway) had his own Oreos now. Okay.
And then what did I see when I was at Walmart on Tuesday?
This is not an appealing advertisement to me, but I guess I'm not the demographic, anyway.
A. decided he needs to get a new ram this year, so we had to get rid of the old one. We did this by putting it in the freezer, of course.
We now bring this big wood bench A. made right into the kitchen to do the more-brutal part of the butchering on. I do not want a reciprocating saw on my dining room table.
All that butchering made it hard for me to get out into the garden. I really wanted to plant some seeds, though, in anticipation of rain this week. I was just planning on planting spring things--lettuce, radishes, arugula--right in the beds we dug a month or so ago to separate out the crowded rhubarb plants.
So when Poppy came in the afternoon to announce she was bored, I handed her the seeds, showed her how to make some rows with a stick, and set her loose to plant the spring garden.
I stayed in the kitchen with the raw meat; she planted the seeds outside. She got the better end of this deal.
And speaking of spring and gardens . . .
Crocuses!
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
