Thursday, May 30, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
We did a blitz on the house this weekend. It was a mess. Two years without a big spring cleaning and purge had caught up with us. (Coincidentally, my Personal Assistant showed up about two years ago. Weird.)
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I have a confession to make. I am, by trade, a Landscape Architect. When people discover this, I get a lot of questions. And that's cool. No really, I don't mind. But I can't tell you what to plant in your back yard at a cocktail party, because I am at a cocktail party and not in your back yard. I need to experience a space to know what it needs. And while I try to always maintain a professional attitude when the plant questions start, when you tell me that you can't have a garden because you have shade, or horror of horrors, dry shade, you might need to give me a minute because I am mentally rolling my eyes and picturing this:
That's my shade garden. My dry shade garden. Smashed between our cement walk and the neighbor's. Under a giant hemlock on the west end and a giant cedar on the east end (that's right, acidic dry shade). My house and porch almost completely block the southern exposure. My neighbor's side gets sun between oh, noon and 1 pm. My side gets almost no direct light. And I never water it. Isn't it lovely?
Monday, May 20, 2013
When I came down stairs Saturday morning with my hair down The Personal Assistant said "No Mommy! Brush your hair! Put your hair up! Go be right back!" And backed up to hide behind the Hubster. Apparently he does not like my hair down. Not. One. Bit.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Yup. That about sums it up.
I wish I had been the one to come up with this graphic, or that I could track down who did, because I think we could be besties, but it was one of those bad pins on Pinterest that goes nowhere.
This time of year don't bother calling. I'm in the garden. And I'm not taking calls. Visitors, yes. Calls, no way man.
Our local "Frost Date" is anticipated around here like Christmas. By me if not by everyone else. But even before it is "safe" to be planting out tender seedlings, I find plenty to do in the garden. Like creating a natural play space for my Personal Assistant. And setting up my portable greenhouse for seed starting, and constructing a fence/tomato cages to keep the Personal Assistant from sliding down the hill and over the wall.
It actually came it pretty great and cost a fraction of a regular fence. I think it would be perfect if you need a fence around the veggie garden for keeping critters out. The blow by blow is after the jump.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sunday evening makes me sad. The weekend is over and a new work week filled with busy-ness is about to begin. About four years ago I started a summer Sunday evening tradition of walking through my garden, choosing a few blooms and making a nosegay for my desk on Monday. I often made a second one to share with someone at the office. I no longer leave home to work, but I still enjoy the tradition, and sometimes drop off a little bouquet for a neighbor. What is the point of growing flowers if you don't pick them?
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Daisy started this, not me. So before you go getting all offended, take a deep breath and read her post first. I will wait.
Without going into quoting research or opinion pieces, like Daisy did so well, let me summarize and totally oversimplify the argument: Married childless couples are selfish for not having children. They are shrinking the US reproduction rate, potentially burdening future generations of workers. They are opting to spend more money on themselves and pursue careers. They are speaking up about children in "adult" restaurants and getting them banned.
Apparently this is upsetting both "breeders" who feel defensive, and the childless who don't want to be labeled as selfish. Let me be painfully clear: it is selfish, and that is totally ok.
Monday, May 6, 2013
So far my morning has consisted of getting up with a teething boy at 4:30. Coaxing him to at least lay down in his crib and watch Thomas while I crashed for a few more hours. Getting back up at 7:30 to screaming which lasted until 9:00 when he decided oatmeal would be acceptable (I loaded it up with peanut butter to help dampen the noise). Calling in a Rx refill to the pharmacy, answering work email, monitoring a call from The Personal Assistant to DiDi and Papa while clearing the dishes, then suddenly rushing a pooping boy up the stairs only to have an accident which resulted in a mess that took 1/2 hour and a dreaded bath to clean up.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
A friend of mine posted a link to a piece on Babble called The Problem with Married Couples who Choose to Have No Kids on her facebook wall. The person who wrote it sounds angry. He sounds bitter. Maybe he is dissatisfied with his choices. My friend has chosen, with her partner, to not have children and was hoping that the sentiments expressed in the piece were not rampant among other "breeders". I am curious if the author's sentiments are shared by a large group of parents or not.