The storms will roll in tonight and between the random things like baseball practice and a pinball machine tune up, I pulled all kinds of muscles trying to get too much done outside. But then the soft light of evening pulled me upright--why not walk around and enjoy all the pretty tonight? Mr. G and headed off into the field together.
and lilacs just about to burst.
Oh! I mentioned that Team Testosterone is digging holes. Something to do with gophers or zombie apocalypses or some such thing.
They haven't reached China, nor have they found diamonds yet. That hole is almost 5 feet deep. When Mr. T jumps inside, I cannot see him AT ALL. I've no idea how they got it so deep. Nor did I know they could work so industriously, this same trio that cannot flip off a light switch, flush a toilet or close dresser drawers. Perhaps having a tool in hand makes all the difference. I should've given them shovels a long time ago.
Mr. G can do front flips! Look!
Tilled and just planted with squash-y things.
The very last of the dandelions in the white garden on the northeast corner of our house. This spot is so protected, yet the last to bloom.
See that dog? That lucky dog? He's just FINE now.
My most show-offy, blowsy, extravagant tulips are by the front door.
A strange bush or tree blooming in our field.
Mr. G leads us home.
The prairie is green mostly.
One last jump around before turning in for the night.
And I'll ignore the bits and ends and little jobs until another day. I'm off to close windows now.
Spill it, reader. Did you overexert yourself this weekend like I did? Or are you smarter than me?