On that note, I've decided that a plain old hobbit may not be quite the vocation for me. With an eyepatch and a parrot... the possibilities are endless.
So I'm hoping for nice warm sunshine tomorrow... it's kind of like that 'Dear Liza' song. I have to shift the dirt out of the hole, but I need somewhere to put it. So I went and found a tarp, but it had dirt on it. Then I had to find a place to put the dirt, so I put in the wheelbarrow. Well, half of it - the rest is still frozen to the ground. Then I had to find Benita because it's her dirt and who knows what she wants to do with it. She didn't want it anymore - apparently four months is long enough to spend on a garden. :) So the hobbit-garden-to-be almost got a donation, but mum decided she wants it, and as the hobbit-garden-to-be is currently inaccessible by wheelbarrow, it's mum that will get it. :(
...but she can't use it until a certain somebody builds her raised beds, so...
Maybe I'd better find a new tarp.
My other productive venture today was a new glove:
The One Glove... to Rule Them All!!! |
Fortunately the blister didn't last long.
Watch out for crocs! |
*Disclaimer: Special attention applied diligently by the neighbour's skidoo may or may not have contributed to said alterations.
Also three days ago, my four little cousins made their first (I think) venture into the exciting world of axemanship. They were only slightly disgruntled at not being allowed anywhere near the axe.
Well done. That does look like a productive day. Your silence over the last week suggests that you have been enjoying the same crappy weather that we have been having in Saskatchewan. Should be warming up soon.
ReplyDeleteWay to include the hobbit children in your labour.
Very perceptive. This week hasn't earned it's 'awesome' status yet either.
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