I woke up this morning to the wind moaning SO loud in the chimney that I thought someone left a TV set on. It sounded just like people's voices. Pity the semi drivers today with all the gusty winds. Right now I can see the kids at recess across the field trying to play outside. They look positively miserable. If I were the principal of Happyland Elementary, I'd declare Indoor Recess today.
Wearing nasty old bleach-stained pants because it's too chilly for shorts. I'm lazy and spent Saturday going to lunch with my BFF (who gave me the most wonderful gift--just wait until you see it!), Sunday choring around the yard and visiting the neighbors, and yesterday messing around with Team Testosterone. No shopping. If I have to go anywhere, I have 2 pairs of jeans from the last decade that will cover my bottom half for now.
Over the weekend I divided clumps of daffodil bulbs--and replanted over 100 bulbs. I know there are more bulb clumps to dig up, but I forgot exactly where they are. It looks like a rogue dog or groundhog has been digging in my garden beds, I keep digging "probe holes" to locate the daffodil bulbs and I'm making a mess out there. I divided lilies and replanted coneflowers and pulled weeds. I rescued 2 frogs, did the edging with the string trimmer and hung out a lot of laundry. The mosquitoes were merciless except when the wind swept them aside.
Did I mention that we have a pumpkin patch? We share it with our neighbors. We've got the most huge pumpkins ever. We're in awe of how it grew.
Our secret? Our neighbor is a farmer with Mad Skillz. He brought in a truckload of manure and added other Super-Strength Secret Farm Ingredients. We're guessing all the rain this summer probably helped, too.
Naturally we spent some quality time looking it over and laying claim to different pumpkins.
I'm going to have to get a bigger carving knife ...
or perhaps a small chainsaw to carve this year's Jack O'Lanterns.