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Garden Pics
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Risking Rain
On the way to the airport this morning, it started raining. There were just light sprinkles, but all the mamas started calling each other discussing rain plans and whether we’d brave the trip anyhow. Each of us had somehow managed to break what we know is an important rule if you don’t want to inadvertently disappoint your kid – we had told our two-year-olds we were going to watch the airplanes. However, breaking that rule of not telling where you…
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Dining Room Pod Invasion
Our dining room currently has no room for eating, but please answer me, who actually uses their dining room for eating? Not this family. Tiny little sprouts in half-dollar pods are all over my table, the window sills and the plant shelf. Some have been fortunate enough to be transplanted to peat pots, but the rest will just have to wait. The California Orange Bells have finally sprouted. I am still waiting on the Canary Yellow Bells, the Green Bells,…
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Planting Trees
Last weekend Joe and I purchased a peach tree from Lowes and planted it along the property line next to the one we planted last spring. We planted the initial tree after my first miscarriage in March of last year. As we broke the ground with my parents, we laughed about how I always pick spots with huge rocks (these looked like cobble stones) and we dodged Scooby’s wild bamboo-pole-ninja-chopping. Though it was left unspoken between us, I feel like…
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Pea Planting Time
This time last year I began planting my sweet peas. It was cold, but I was told peas like cold and I went for it. It took them nearly two weeks or longer for that first planting to germinate. As I was waiting for what seemed an eternity to an eager early-spring gardener, I decided to do a little reading about forcing germination indoors. Interestingly, I came across multiple pot-growers websites before I finally found some classroom experiments in germinating…
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I can't be your friend because you're too pretty
What is it about body image that emotionally confines us to living with our own preconceived ideas of people’s character and their judgment of us? Generally, I am deluded enough to classify myself as a nonjudgmental woman, one who bases her friendships on character, common interests, shared humor, etc. However, recently I’ve found myself living out old high school insecurities about my physical appearance, allowing it to dictate how I approach other women and how I think they are approaching…
